11:59 PM @wizard_bisan1 They say that tomorrow is Eid, summer is gone, winter has arrived, then New Year, then summer again, Ramadan and Eid, and I stumble every day in a whole world designed from my nightmares.
There are a thousand soldiers and a thousand shells between me and my home.
Between my family and friends are countries, all of them scattered around the world.
Whenever the army withdrew from a place, I ran to find anything I knew, from my real world, far from the world of nightmares. Before the genocide, I had walked in the Gaza Strip, inch by inch, memorizing it by heart. I told its entire stories, as I am a storyteller, but every time I arrived After the accursed army, I find that it has stripped the color, life, spirit, and memories from everything.
Those devils have turned the buildings into sand and the sand into powder and dust. They have crushed everything, trees, people, and stone. Is there anything in the world more cruel to a storyteller than destroying her stories and her memory?
Am I fed up? No, we have a verse in Arabic that says:
" my country and if it Opressed me is dear to me....
And my family, even if they grieve against me, are honorable.”
I am a Palestinian, and I carry within me a lot of sadness, grief, anger, and revenge, but I carry stubbornness mixed with the soil of the village to which I originate, in northern Gaza, and my stubbornness tells me: Gaza is the most beautiful place on earth, and the most deserving of life.
We will rebuild it, even if it took 100 years, that is why we were created. Inshallah every year will my land be mine, my sea be mine, and my sky be mine.
Eid Mubarak.. 9:28 AM @eye.on.palestine Mira Hasan Abo Khader, a young girl in Gaza shares her perspective on Eid during war. For Mira, the war has stripped away the essence of the holiday; there’s no celebration in the shadow of loss and death. She reflects on the envy and pain of children without parents, comparing their lives to those more fortunate. Mira’s own father is currently a detainee, snatched away on Salah Al-Din street by the occupation. Her memories of Eids past, filled with clothes, toys, and her father’s love, contrast sharply with her current reality. Despite everything, her wish is simple: a truce, a return to their home, and her father’s safe return.
Source: @hani.aburezeq
Translation: @translating_falasteen 
