6:37 PM @ismail.jood دعوني اخبركم قصه امنه صاحبة العشرة اعوام كانت جالسه بالبيت مع اهلها تعشت مع اخوتها و ابويها ولم تكن تعلم ان هذا العشاء هو ا الاخير مع عائلاتها ذهبت الي النوم لتستيقظ في سيارة الاسعاف ، مع الاسف امنه فقد جميع افراد عائلتها لم يبقى احد من عائلاتها جدها وجدتها واعمامها وابويها واخوتها جميعهم امانه لا تعلم انها بقيت وحيده بلا اب وبلا ام وبلا جد وحده او حتى اخ تتكىء عليه في هذه الحياه الظالمه الذي يقوم برعايه امنه هي خالتها واذا خلصت الحرب راح ازور بيت خالتها وخليها تروي الكم القصه كامله من اكثر الاشخاص اللي اثرو فيا في هذه الحرب (
Let me tell you the story of Amna, a ten-year-old girl. She was sitting at home with her family. She had dinner with her siblings and parents. She did not know that this was her last dinner with her family. I went to sleep and woke up in the ambulance.
Unfortunately, Amna lost her entire family. No one from her family remained. Her grandfather, grandmother, uncles, parents and siblings were Amana. She did not know that she was left alone, without a father, without a mother, without a single grandfather, or even a brother to depend on in this unjust life. The one who takes care of Amna is her aunt, and if the war ends, I will go to visit her aunt’s house and let her tell you the full story. She is one of the people who influenced me in this war 💔💔 1:04 AM @eid_yara I used to recite poems when I was a child. It used to be my favourite hobby. I loved reading Mahmoud Darwish and Ghassan Kanafani growing up even though some of their words were too hard to comprehend for a young girl at that age. My mother used to read me books when I was in her womb. She tells me « that’s why you grew up to like reading, I read for you before you were even born. My parents made sure I kept reading and kept buying me books as gifts every month. Those books changed who I am, those books were my only escape from the constant aggressions and blockade in Gaza. I read a lot about my home Palestine. A lot of poetry, fiction books, history novels, children books and all types of literature on Palestine. Every book I read I felt closer to liberation. I felt closer to a free Palestine. I grew up reciting this poem but today I’m reciting it as it’s the reality of my people. I am reciting it and my heart is shattering with every single word. I understood it more than ever. I knew what Darwish was talking about. I can’t believe what’s happening to my beautiful Gaza, my beautiful home, beautiful family and beautiful friends. I can’t believe we’ve lost so much. I can’t believe the situation keeps getting worse. This has been my life forever, full of killings, bombings, fear, losses, and trauma. But it was also full of love, poetry, laughter, literature and resistance. I used to recite poetry as a child in hopes of making the world hear my story, our story. Now I chose to be a journalist to tell the world our story. I will never stop whether by poetry or by reporting and I’ll keep talking about Palestine till it’s free 🇵🇸 
