Alexander is free.

When will we be? When!!

Why must I survive a genocide? Why do l have to live like this?

We, are 2.3 million besieged souls in Gaza, and we are left waiting for the world to decide whether we are worth saving; in exchange for a single hostage. This is not a made up story.

From the heart of this U.S.-made hell. I am still here. With my whole body intact, head still attached, skin not yet burned, a half-full belly, a shattered heart, and a mind lost between confusion and despair.

We tried everything. But they were too small to survive their injuries. Too small to be killed. They were alone in their last moments. They were very cold. They were very pale. They were Palestinian babies

Will this genocide ever end? Could everything suddenly stop; just as suddenly as it began, without us having already ended forever? We will never be normal again, but that would still be more merciful than waiting for death.

I constantly feel an overwhelming urge to explode in the middle of the world,

Causing a massive explosion with my body, scattering my blood to the entire earth,

To permanently stain every killer and silent bystander faces.

If this isn’t dehumanisation, then what is?

We went to the sea to recharge our minds with something different, only to find that the sea itself was weary and sad.

let it be at the very center of the world, so that my blood may forever stain the faces and hands of all who denied my humanity, who refused to see me as someone worthy of life, worthy of saving, from the human beasts who hunted us. 

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

I am not alive. I am not dead. I'm not even in between. I don't know what I am anymore.

إعايشين حلاوة روح

The world is proud of us, because we’ve been surviving a genocide, isn’t it?

I pray for the day when we can finally be proud of the world; for not just watching, but saving us, for standing up, for choosing justice, at last.

We are everything. We have been everything. We are the world, in its most beautiful, yet saddest form; true, resilient, suffering, alive.

A message from a human who no longer wants to appear strong or become a symbol.

As if we are just..things. Without feelings. Not humans.. not even living beings created by the same Creator.. Not even things.

I am priceless,

yet I am dying with no price;

We're not just out of supplies; were out of hospitals. 

Today, they bombed Al-Aqsa Hospital; again. We were trying to save an elderly patient who was dying while treating a young girl with blood fling her lung, at the same time. 

For us, for me, my family, the other families, for those who have survived the kilinig: for-now, this endless GENOCIDE does not end with the body. It begins after it. It seeps into the heart and mind, settles deep within our exhausted humanity, our fragile emotions, and minds stretched far beyond their limits.

I've just finished treating a 25- year-old woman who was brought in after an airstrike destroyed her home. She suffered severe injuries, deep, gaping wounds and burns all over her body. 

They say it is a dangerous thing. But how can it be, when we believe that hope is in the face of Allah? How could it ever be dangerous? They will never succeed in making it so for us. But we need it from you too. Now more than ever.

I wanted to show you these orphaned young girls “Eileen Lama, Jana”, who are enduring tremendous pain this Eid, after already surviving so many sorrowful ones. And I can’t help but wonder; will they ever get to experience even one truly happy Eid?