I Watched Gaza Burn From My Bed by Fatima Zahra Gul
I Watched Gaza Burn From My Bed Fatima Zahra Gul i made teawhile gaza lost internet.they bombed jabalialike it wasn’t filled with sleeping children.like it wasn’t already rubble the last time they came.al-ahli hospital glowed orange,not with hope,but with 471 lives turned to ashin one breath.the news called it a “misfire.”as if that soothed the motherspulling body parts from broken prayer mats.i saw amal and mohammad kneel besidetheir dead siblings.their faces older than their years,their grief aired live,then forgotten.i remember hind rajab.six years old.trapped in a car surrounded by her…
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