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The best people in my life are those who keep their humanity alive.When I check in with them and they say, “No, I haven’t gotten used to it” I breathe. People often ask me:“After all this time, you still get affected. You still get shocked by the cruelty in this world?”And my answer is Yes. Read more
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From Latin vetare, meaning “to forbid”. The power to block any substantive resolution, including those related to:• Ceasefires• Peacekeeping missions• Sanctions• Condemnations of war crimes or occupations Five times. Used for what? To “BLOCK” a “Ceasefire”! That’s how many times a single country, the United States, stood in the way of a United Nations resolution Read more
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I rarely speak about religion. Not because I lack faith, but because I am often dismissed before I can finish a sentence. I don’t have the “look” people expect from someone with a Master’s in Islamic Studies. But I studied the faith to understand, not to preach, to sit with the contradictions and reconcile the Read more
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My mother used to say:If we die, we die together.She held me and my brother close to her heart,flesh against flesh,not out of comfort,but to ensure our bodies would be found as one. In Lebanon, just like in Gaza… nowhere was safe.She would not take refuge in shelters“Rubble buries names,” she said.She wanted our bodies Read more
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She asked,How are you?I said,Trying to stay sane.But a sentence keeps echoing through my veins:Not every life matters.No…Not every life…Not every pain. Tell me,what part of the soul must diefor people in powerto hear:“14,000 children might starve to death in 48 hours”and still go to meetings,sip coffee,pose for photos,scroll past it? How does the Earth Read more
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They asked her,What do you feel when you bring your attention to your belly?Not your thoughts.Not your fears.But the place beneath language. She closed her eyes.Paused.And answered:Nothing.Just a black void.Empty. But the body has its own memory. In the stillness, something stirred.A flicker.A shape.An embryo.Herself. And in that moment,she was no longer just in her Read more
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When I feel hopeless about humans…when I lose meaning…when everything feels like dust I go to a big, old tree. I press my forehead to its bark,a silent prayer in the quiet dark.I try to hug it, but I can’tmy arms fall short. The trunk stands stark. I close my eyes. Hot tears fall down Read more
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We carry the Nakba in our blood, not as a history lesson but as a lived inheritance. It echoes in my father’s voice, how his eyes light up when he talks about our village, Ain Karem. Our land is still there, stone by stone, tree by tree, but the people who built it are not. Read more
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This piece is a call for truth. It speaks from the pain of displacement, the rage of injustice, and the sacred memory of those who were silenced. It demands justice before peace — because peace without justice is just another form of violence. Do you see them?The ghosts…do they follow you as you walk by?Do Read more
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Can we hide kids in a cloud until all wars are over?Can we protect their innocence from the cruelty of this world?Can they run, laugh, play and swing over waterunwatched by drones, unshaken by sirens? Can we let them ask their whys; the normal ones:Why is the sky blue?Why do bees dance?Why do my shoes Read more
Glittery Gaze 