As I sip my mint tea one evening, I muse about how Palestinians are seen in the world.

When I fall asleep while studying, my brain and my heart flee to another land.

The dove inside me still lives, faintly fluttering. Will it ever be able to fly?

Parkour is not just a sport to these Gaza youths, it is a philosophy of life that helps them “escape.” And one of them needs our help.