PAPARAXOTE

Our home in northern Gaza was destroyed by airstrikes 💔. We ran under fire 🔥, leaving everything behind. Since then, we’ve been displaced seven times — from the north to Khan Younis, to Rafah, to Deir al-Balah, back to tents ⛺ in the north, again to the south, and now in western Gaza.

Each place we go, we carry only fear 😔, exhaustion 😞, and the hope of survival 🙏. We sleep in tents, with no electricity ⚡, no clean water 🚱, no safety 🚫. We wake up to more uncertainty every day.

When we were displaced from our home, they bombed it. My family and I were inside, thank God, and no one was killed, except my brother, who was shot in the head and suffered internal bleeding.

Please help my injured brother so we can leave Gaza and he can recover.

We lost our home, our stability, and the life we once knew 💔. But we haven’t lost our will to live 💪.

We just want to be safe 🕊️. We want to live with dignity 🏠. We want the world to know what we’re going through 🌍.

I hope l have fans cuz l be feeding yall well

Enough of [REDACTED] for the zine, time for shitty Werndreas doodle🤪🤪🤪💥

“And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,

That appeared once, still wet

As shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,

And, touched, coddled, began to live” - Czesław Miłosz, a Polish poet