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Out There
They tell me it’s a vast world out there. That if I were to leave this place, I’d see for myself. That the lush green landscapes will stupefy me. That I can drive a car
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Those Who Walk Away from Gaza
Their shoulders slumped as they treaded their dark city. Eyes gazing, but not looking at anything specific. A disoriented look on their bewildered faces. Searching for something, but not finding it. On streets, buildings caved
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The Sea Tells its Story
The fishers’ port is like a sleeping beauty. Water is calm. I stand there contemplating its tranquil waters that carry the boats, rocking them gently like a baby’s cot. A peaceful lullaby. Dozens of fishing
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Sounds and Sights in Gaza
I’m trying to enjoy solitude as I sit and write away. I’ve kept the windows closed in a desperate attempt to block the noisy bustle outside. That way I can pretend it’s still early morning
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Mornings in Gaza
It’s morning, and I’m having my coffee. I like it warm. In fact, one of the things that irritates me is leaving coffee to turn cold. Coffee is a ritual for me. It tells me
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Past, Present or Future?
When it comes to tenses, I prefer the present. Could’ve been, would’ve had… is irritable to think about. Why cry over the past, I say to myself? If I was meant to have this or that,