being a palestinian living in the west is so difficult because you could explain in thorough detail the hardship and suffering you and your family and all your friends families went through and are STILL going through while under occupation and white people at MOST will be like “oh well thank you for sharing your perspective!”
it’s NOT my “perspective”. it’s my reality and it’s my families reality and it’s every palestinians reality and every day we face the news of death and massacres. every day we lose loved ones. every day we sit as our voices are silenced by western media and israeli propaganda and we mourn our innocent loved ones who died at the hands of apartheid and occupation.
every time i return back to my homeland- i see posters of all the people israel has killed. i see posters on the streets and on the walls everywhere of men, women, and children who were killed for simply being born as themselves.
every time my family walks through our cities, my dad points at a poster of martyrs and goes “he was my friend. israel killed him. i miss him every day.”
we’d walk for hours and my dad would point to another poster and another poster and another poster and say “he was my friend. i miss him.” and it feels awful. my dad can never have that time with his friends again, and he can never go back without seeing another one of his friends faces on the walls of our cities.
it’s not just a “perspective”.
you need to understand that with every genocide israel is committing, we lose more and more every day. and just because we’re in the west doesn’t make what’s happening in palestine any less important.
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