This is what hell looks like
This is what hell looks like right now from my house.
A nearby home, full of people, was just targeted. I can still smell the dust and debris. Ambulances rushed in to carry the injured, while relatives ran so quickly toward the hospital; as if arriving sooner could save anyone. They were running from death, straight into death. My local news channel reported that the entire family was torn apart, reduced to pieces.
To the north, explosions haven't stopped. I saw one blast that looked like a nuclear bomb. I can't take photos; because if I do, they'll say I was filming them, and they'll kill me and my family. But you have to believe me: they are using weapons of total destruction to wipe out my home, erase my people, and torture our children with wounds that no one can treat.
I can also hear the trucks, carrying families fleeing from the hunting devils in the north.
And I hear dogs in the distance, barking and tearing into one another.
Inever used to take painkillers for my pain. Tonight I did; and the pain only grew worse. This pain cannot be treated, not in a milion years. So here I am, with a heavy head and a tormented body,listening to everything. I can hear it all.
But the hardest thing for me; the sound that breaks my soul, is the silence of the sky. Yet tonight, there is a beautiful moon. I can look at it for a while and think of justice for my family, trying to hold onto whatever hope l can that one day they will live as equal human beings, just like everyone else in this world!
When I say I'm okay, it only means that I can still breathe, that my heart isn't burning in this exact moment, and that my mind hasn't exploded; yet.
The truth is, I live in pain all the time. Pain that runs deep in my bones and flesh. It feels as though countless cells in my body have already been blown apart and left for dead.
It's like surviving a car crash every single day, then being forced to carry the pain of every crash, piled one on top of the other, for over two years.
This pain is not mine alone; it is the pain of my people. The pain of a people slaughtered for no reason, for no end in sight. The pain of being colonized, tortured, and left to die in agony
