Déjà vu, in black and white
With my eyes closed, I see my younger self, a panic-stricken six-year-old child asking, “When will it end?”
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With my eyes closed, I see my younger self, a panic-stricken six-year-old child asking, “When will it end?”
As the Israeli F16s crowded the skies and dropped their bombs, I felt as if the whole world was plotting against me.
A fifth aggression against Gaza turns our lives upside down once again and re-injures unhealed wounds.
Israeli warplanes bombed Gaza in my dreams, but on Friday I realized this was not a dream.
The most recent aggression on Gaza just finished, but the pain is ongoing.
I hope to help my fellow Palestinians restore their mental health.
When the bombing ends, the real war begins.
Bombs and bad news replaced the usual celebration of Ramadan’s end.
My truth is the voice of bombs and tanks.
The tragedy of war does not end when the fighting stops.
Surviving the 2014 war on Gaza is a blessing and a curse.
“Who lost a relative or has a home that’s damaged?” All of us raised our hands.
