grief
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Salam Anas. You’ve been on my mind since yesterday. Like others, I was waiting for you to be alive, waiting for your voice to announce the ceasefire. I am sorry you are not. Anas, your friend Saleh woke up the rest just to tell them the ceasefire agreement was signed. He was near Al-Shifa’a hospital Read more
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For most of my life, laughter has been my armour. Joking, smiling, finding something absurd in the middle of a crisis; it’s how I learned to survive. People often assume I’m always happy, and comment how beautiful my smile is, and how radiant my energy can be. Even the pharmacist looks surprised when I pick 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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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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A friend asked me if receiving news from Gaza feels different here than in the West. I said yes. There, the grief sat heavy on my chest—constant, quiet.I’d cry on the way to work, then smile and do what I had to do.I lived with fatigue, brain fog, and silent breakdowns.I walked through streets where Read more
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Lately, people have been asking me how I keep going despite the adversities I have faced. I often hear words like strong and resilient, but for me, resilience was not something I simply had. It was a choice. At a certain point in my healing journey, when I began to understand how cycles of trauma Read more
Glittery Gaze 