Starting an uprising
Ahmed’s voice grew more passionate as he continued. “The conditions were unbearable— endless labor, barely enough food, no rights, no choices. We were prisoners, not passengers.” He clenched his fists, eyes burning with conviction. “I couldn’t stay silent. I began to resist, to speak out. Slowly, others joined me.” Izzy leaned closer, hanging onto every word. The rebellion had been small, but it carried enormous weight. It had given the oppressed a voice.
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