How could we ever heal from all this pain?

How could we ever heal from all this pain? What is our ultimate painkiller, and why are we being denied it?

How could we ever heal from all this pain? is feeling a pain so deep that if it were spread across the world, the whole world would weep until the end of time.

How is it that the world cannot feel the injustice and oppression we are forced to endure; with no end in sight to this terrible, never-ending tragedy

Endless moments of loss and suffering are carved into my soul, and I'm drowning in an ocean of grief that will never dry.

Despite all the darkness, we were, and still are, the best hope for this cause. This cause is beyond lucky to have us. But somehow, we will never be enough.

This isn't about strength; it's about faith and humanity; and they lack both.

It was never meant to be a humanitarian issue, nor a political one; it's about a nation being stripped of its right to exist in its own home.

My grandparents survived the Nakba 78 years ago and lived their entire lives under occupation.

My family was born to survive, and to endure a Nakba, a genocide, and endless suffering, but never to truly live a normal life.

This is ethnic cleansing, not only of our bodies, but of our very humanity, of our right to live and to feel alive. This is worse than hell.

More than two million people, for two years, have been trapped and tortured; as if this place werea real hell, and the world a merciless god who doesn't give a damn about us.

We are human beings, not politicians. We are not weak or broken; we are extraordinary people. My family is the kindest and most caring,. My friends are loyal and generous. My colleagues are the most dedicated, the true lifeline of our people.

The world was never meant to be heaven for some souls and hell for me, my family, my friends, and my colleagues. The more brutal and prolonged this becomes, the further people drift from our reality, and the less they understand our suffering; as if we were born somehow less human.

I endure unbearable pain during my shifts; exhaustion, frustration, and helplessness that sometimes push me to wish every complicit person could feel even a fraction of what we feel. Not for revenge, not for punishment, but so they might finally understand. So that justice could become something more than a distant dream.