“It is the cry of a people who have endured massacres and starvation. We came here to tell the world: stop this genocide, stop this slaughter. We love life, and we will not leave our land.”
Israel’s genocide in Gaza has transformed donkeys from an outdated mode of transportation into the only remaining means of transportation for many.
Before the genocide, walking the streets of Gaza was an act of healing. Now, it is a confrontation with pain.
I was raised to love books. I never thought I would have to feed them to a fire so I could have a meagre meal – but existence is resistance.