we are not numbers

emerging writers from Palestine tell their stories and advocate for their human rights

Tag: genocide

Farmers, students, mothers: All of them have experienced a year of displacement and a year lost.
My breath mingles with dust / My face, too, with blood.
In Octobers, /  the summer said farewell. / A shivering cold stood at the door.
Enough for me / to see my friends in / Pieces.
How old are you? In times of war / A five-year-old child is not five anymore.
We are living a genocide / They said, “You don't have the right to decide / Just flow with the survival tide”
I’m trying my hardest to keep sane: / When I see a mother’s pale face, / the one that lost its radiance after the war began
This Gazan wanted to die, but the last words of Dr. Refaat Alareer changed her mind.
My friends and I had premonitions that something terrible would happen. Little did we know how genocidal it would be.
Today, the angels of death protested in heaven / chanting loudly to the Lord / “We’re exhausted, we need rest.”