bewitched

So many Palestinians’ lives will just never be the same. Even on the chance that a ceasefire is declared, which even that isn’t forthcoming, it will not undo the trauma of having your home destroyed, of having the cafe you dwelled every day reduced to rubble, of digging among ruins to see your loved ones one last time, of living in makeshift encampments that are bombarded by airstrikes day and night, of experiencing a live genocide while the world does absolutely nothing to stop it. Those people have seen things they can never speak of—and still we have people chalking it up to “exterminating Hamas,” to “Arabs being terrorists,” to “both sides are in the wrong.” The least we owe Palestinians is a free Palestine, but it’s far from the last thing.

I learned how to accidentally sleep on the couch from my father

i hate to be the bearer of bad news but truth is nobody is coming to save you and nobody cares about your sob story. we all have endured hardships once in our lifetime. this generation isn’t too fond of a sob story but more so intrigued with a comeback. so get up. God will meet you wherever you’re at. but you still have to meet him half way. i admire my perseverance + resilience. no matter what life has thrown at me — i took it on the chin. kept my head up, and prevailed my way through. i cannot be stopped because i’m destined and nobody can strip me of that.