“Born in Gaza. And somehow, still believing in butterflies.”
“Still — my mother made bread. My father told jokes. We planted mint in a ripped shoe.” Born in Gaza
“I was born in Gaza. Not in a quiet room — but in a clinic lit by a phone flashlight because the power was out again.” “Born in Gaza
“But here’s what they don’t tell you: Gaza children don’t cry at the sound of thunder. They learn to name missiles like other kids name birds.” “Born in Gaza. And somehow
“My first blanket was a kuffiyeh. My first lullaby, the sound of a generator cutting out.”