848 days

I took this photograph today, after witnessing the massacre. I wanted to show you the moon in the sky, resting above the olive tree.

848 days

Hello, humans.

Sorry to bother you, but I survived today. Words mean nothing. Peace is a mirage. Some of you care. Many of you don't. I dont feel your world anymore.

I feel only the suffering imposed on me every single day, heavy, mentally torturous, and soul-breaking.

The longer this is allowed to continue, the easier it becomes to dehumanize us, to erase us completely.

In Gaza, entire families are wiped out as a matter of routine. It is easy. It is treated as nothing. Our lives are not ours. This is not despair. This is what the world has decided is acceptable.