My story?

My story? It's not a beautiful one; but maybe that's exactly why it needs to be told. 

I am a Palestinian. - A human being Born into a Palestinian family; ten souls, ten hearts, each one worthy of life. 

I'll be turning 30 in two months, But l've never truly lived. 

I was born in Gaza, under siege, under warplanes. The only aircraft I ever saw in my sky were the ones sent to kill me. 

I've survived a brutal occupation since my first breath. And for the past 19 months, l've survived a genocide. 

Still, I remain human. And so does my family; despite every effort to dehumanize us. 

When I finished high school, my father sold our only farm; a piece of land he loved, so I could chase a dream: to study medicine abroad. 

And I did. I became a doctor. A Gazan doctor. 

I came back after years away, returned to Gaza, only to find myself triaging massacre after massacre, amid thousands committed against my people, 

And now? Now, I wait for my own. One final massacre. And I'll be gone. 

Or maybe in the next genocide, I've survived many wars: but I don't wish to survive many genocides 

The cruelest part? My death won't change a thing.

The saddest part? If my mother lives to see me dead. What the hell.

But this isn't just about me. I speak for my people; for millions of stories buried beneath the rubble, 

I'm being starved, not just of food, but of meaning. Of hope. Of being seen. Of being saved 

I'm starved of life itself; from the simplest human rights to the deepest of dreams 

And no; I'm not just being shot at by some reckless soldier, or a drone operator firing from the sky with cold hands and no regrets 

I’m being hunted by world leaders; dressed in suits, armed with silence.

They don't drop bombs. They drop policies. Vetoes. Deals. 

They are bullying us into pieces.. into ashes 

I'm left to burn in hell, while the world sends me hugs.. and love. Brilliant! 

If my story moved you, and you want to do more than send thoughts and prayers; donate to my family. Help us survive.