#ph turkey

iran has watched greater people fall, and probably those that he’d had more personal (not political) attachment to. he’s had a lot on his plate to deal with already by the time it happened and the list only seems to grow, so he has more important matters to attend to. i imagine if he actually sat down to process it he’d be relatively upset.

iraq is a bit in denial. she’d gone through the same song & dance not long after the fall of her ba’athist government, had spent months as a ghost-spirit-clay before finally being ‘resurrected’. she’s sure he’s gonna have the same deal, because they’ve always been so alike, the two of them. in the meantime, syria’s ghost spends most of his time around her. she’s easier to bear than the rest. he doesn’t have as much to answer for with her.

palestine is grieving, but when is she not? for her family, for her people, for clays long gone. she’s marked a grave with his name in what was once her — jericho. there used to be a lot more there, all people she’s known, lost to time. she would’ve put it where they once lived, had she gotten the chance, but it’s remarkably difficult to get out of the west bank as a palestinian and especially so as the nation itself. spirits like to stay about her, so she isn’t surprised when she sees him for the first time alongside them.

lebanon tries not to think about him in general, but sometimes she’s sure she sees something that looks like him in the corners of her vision — but when she turns to look, nothing’s there. on bad days, she can’t help but think she had something to do with it, indirectly, in the silent hours of the night.