An inner voice that insists on existing.
Unbound, I belong to no one.
I write to remember, to resist, to stay alive.
I am Palestinian from Gaza. rebuilding from the ashes.
Every time I stop and think about how much I paid for canned food, cheese, tents, tarps, and wood, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind from all the injustice we lived through… and no one feels us.
Every time I stop and think about how much I paid for canned food, cheese, tents, tarps, and wood, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind from all the injustice we lived through… and no one feels us.
It will be a harsh, long, bitterly cold winter.
And between every storm and the next… another massacre, new displacement, lethal suffering, and bleeding grief.
If you have any spare i beg you i’am in dire need to evacuate 😣
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I’m only hoping for your kindness.
Your governments have taken everything from me even myself.
I’m only hoping for your kindness.
Your governments have taken everything from me even myself.