My brother, Mamoun, was murdered in Khartoum. I write as a Sudanese psychotherapist, sister, and witness, carrying a grief that lives in my bones. This war has ruptured not only bodies and homes but our sense of self and belonging. To write is an act of refusal—a way to remember, to mourn, and to insist on life amid death. The post The Unseen Scars: Navigating the Psychological Landscape of Sudan’s War by Eiman Hussein appeared first on ROOM A Sketchbook for Analytic Action.
