Physically in Ireland While my Bleeding Soul is Held Hostage in Gaza
Being away from Gaza in the midst of a devastating war turns every second into a heart-wrenching vicious circle of pain. Simple everyday activities like having breakfast, drinking water, and going for a walk turn into heart-bursting torture. It is nearly impossible to focus on any of my studies or be productive when fear and guilt are holding my brain and soul as prisoners. Yet, as I was evacuated to Ireland to pursue my studies four months into the war, I had a responsibility to give lectures in my Irish college to students and staff to expose the crimes of apartheid Israel and tell the story of the daily suffering of my people during a genocidal war.
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32 year old man posting a picture of himself with bedhead attached to the comment "My hair is so anime today" and in the corner of his room caught by the mirrors reflection you can see an emaciated old man hanging by pig iron chains from his wall with a puddle of filth beneath him