I yearn for a past life / before the world turned dark.

I lost my loved ones / I lost my power, hope, dreams / and my last tears.

Should I be thankful for a four-day reprieve/ when what we need is for/ the bombing to stop and our people to be free

I apologize to international lawyers and activists…. / I apologize to God…./ I apologize to the truth….

The Statue of Liberty / Decided to leave America today / after hearing Biden’s speech

Hopeless feelings of war… / But always, Alhamdulillah.

Today, the angels of death protested in heaven / chanting loudly to the Lord / “We’re exhausted, we need rest.”

The ashes on the backyard flower/Makes a puzzle only a Gazan/Could easily figure.

What’s the point of having wings when all the air is stolen?

Another bomb explodes. Sharpnel flies. Another home collapses. Another martyr leaves without farewell.

Who are the strangers holding me? This is not my mother’s smell, nor my father’s.

Israeli warplanes bombed Gaza in my dreams, but on Friday I realized this was not a dream.