What am I?

|’ve come to realize something significant this morning, as I sat quietly in a broken car on my way to my shift: the dehumanization of us has created the ugliest creatures; now ready to dehumanize innocent people for no reason at all. This is worse than hell.

I speak in the name of all Gazan doctors.

I've become increasingly uncomfortable, living in constant, agonizing pain. I suffer from recent memory loss, terrible physical pain, and deep heartbreaks. I often collapse, unable to love, unable to take care, of myself and others.

I've started to understand people more than ever before; their endless, uncountable struggles and hardships. It feels like a million battles every day, every second of our lives. People are being tortured, their well-being disfiqured forever. Dehumanization is as common as death here.

As for me, I used to be the funny friend. Now I sit tired and miserable, thoughI still tell jokes that make my friends laugh. Every moment takes away from my ability to live as a human, yet makes me feel more deeply what humanity truly means.

Humanity isn't just love and respect; it's the act of touching each other's souls and healing one another.

I love, respect, and forgive you.

I hate, despise, and damn them; the cowards who stole our home and our freedom, who killed us, and called us "human animals."

l am the horrible truth.

l am the fatigued humanity.

I am the rain. I am the never-fallen.

l am the butchered. I am the witness.

I am the loneliness. I am everyone's friend, and everyone's lover.

I am the joy, the love, the true happiness.

I am the one desperate for rest and peace.

l am the tortured. I am the murdered.

What am 1?

I am everything in life.

I am life itself, and just a single, significant number in death.

l am the afterlife.

l am the closest thing to forever. less