“There is no greater sorrow on earth than the loss of one’s native land”
–Euripides, 431 B.C.
Twenty-one seasons came and passed. No disturbances came upon the land called Unica. The land was once thrived with The higher, remote mountainous slope facing the rising sun on the terrain of the land called Unica forested from years of intact by the growth of trees, ferns and groves. The coniferous pine trees surrounding the terrain thickened and grew. Even the almond trees that were saplings matured to their full heights. No disturbances have come to hinder their growth during the past years. Deep within the thickets of trees and groves, thrived a people called Hmoob, who have once been estranged outsiders to the area. The area where they have hidden for years was encircled by