When my baby sister was murdered by her husband, my brother-in-law, the earth shook underneath me. I have not been able to stand upright since.
When I see people who have migrated from Palestine, I see a familiar grief, I recognize their loss, I recognize injustice. I don’t equate them, only see a similarity in our ashes.
I have only lost one beautiful sister, and I can’t go on. In Gaza and the West Bank, many have lost generations of family, homesteads, and the future.
People don’t return when they are murdered and we are expected to move on.
I hope not. I hope humanity pays. I hope the punishment is great.
Logic & Imagination 