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I stopped counting the days since this monster of a massacre began ravenously eating us, as if we were made to die under the claws of the Israeli occupation.

A cold shower after 4 days of not showering gives me a sense of humanity. I went to the hospital bathroom to get a shower and I found a young girl waiting as well.

There’s a woman screaming at the hospital, begging the nurse to get her operation to start earlier.

A day after our house was bombed to ruins (on top of our heads) I thought I would write about it.

Friday 27.10 6:15 pm Gaza time, the chit chat and stories in my aunt's house turned into a mass grave. The Israeli occupation bombed the house over our heads without warning.

Mixed emotions. Tender rage. In the background, George Wassouf sings the Umm Kalthoum song and the lyrics go “do you think my heart would feel safe around you anymore?