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The Echo of Unseen Tears  |AS Your Voice| Have you ever felt it? The quiet ache in the world? It is a sound that is not a sound. It is the echo of unseen tears. Today, I want to tell you about three of those echoes. They are not grand stories on the news. They are small stories, whispered in the dark, and they are asking for one thing: justice . Story 1: The Hands That Built Our Home  |AS Your Voice| This is the face of the man who cleans our streets. Look past the dirt and see the person. See the dignity. See the pain. Kareem Bhai ’s hands are a map of pain. Each line is a road he has travelled, each callus is a brick he has laid for someone else’s house.  He is 65 years old, and his body is a machine that has run out of fuel.  His knees creak with the sound of gravel, and his back aches with a weight that no one can see. Every morning, before the sun is awake, he is on the street, sweeping away the dust of our city. People rush past him.  They see the clean s...