Ah yes, the self-declared war correspondent strikes again. The way you’re thanking yourself like you ended the war personally is laughable. But hey, thanks for your service—social media truly needed another warrior with a savior complex.
“You’re everything I never knew I needed. Every time I’m with you, I feel like I’m dreaming, and if I so much as blink, you’ll disappear. I'm afraid you look at me and see something temporary. I'm here to stay, and I want to spend every day proving that to you.”
The martyrs Ayah and Abdullah,
Their mother says:
"I imagine them now sitting in a place more beautiful than this, like this gathering, talking together, far away from the sound of shelling, death, and hunger.
A few days before the war, we were talking, and they told me they didn't want me to grow old. Ayah, in fear, said to her, 'Mom, I don't want you to grow old and become the oldest grandmother by the time they die, and I don't want you to die.'
They didn't know that in Gaza, death takes the young. And now it's the parents who bury their children."