Oh people of Palestine

I have been thinking of you all for 365 days and I know I’m not alone. So many of us think about you every second of the day.

My heart is heavy, but what an insult that is to your broken heart. You heart that is full of constant pain and anguish. Who am I to ever complain after seeing the heartache you go through, again and again.

I think about your burning flesh but the fire in your belly to stay alive.

I think of your decaying bodies, but your faith that guides you and gives you strength.

I think about your starving bellies, but your yearn for life that keeps you going.

I think about your missing limbs, yet a heart so whole, a soul so pure.

I think about you every day.

I see faces of the children who lost their lives. Oh Hind, how they took away your life in the most merciless, inhumane and barbaric way. This world didn’t deserve you. I’m sorry we let you down.

The image of the mother wearing a white hijab, holding her child’s body and mourning quietly. That image haunts me when I close my eyes.

The mother who struggled with infertility and celebrated with joy when giving birth to twins babies, only to lose them to this evil genocide.

The grandfather, looking at his granddaughters vacant eyes, searching for her soul. His own eyes, still full of hope.

The father carrying his childrens limbs in carrier bags.

The child’s body hanging callously on a wall where there were once photo frames of loved ones.

The baby girl with a pierced ear, wearing a yellow outfit and her mutilated face.

I think about all the children who were given beautiful names on their birth. Only to lose their identity, their family history and their all as their loved ones were snatched away from them. Children who no longer have names, nor identities.

I think about you all every day.

After witnessing your pain, your death and the wreckage around you. I cannot help but question the people on this Earth. Why do I live for a world that is so cruel, so corrupt.

I want to thank you, thank you for igniting the love for faith within me. For I know there may never be justice in this world, but there will be justice in the hereafter. Justice for all those living in oppression, dying slowly and watching their loved ones being murdered.

Oh people of Palestine, please know, you will get justice. Until then, we think of you and we pray for you.