Re-blogging. When will this inhumanity end?
Guest contribution by Manar Mohammad
It occurs to me that as I am typing this, a bomb is falling on Gaza. More will have fallen by the time I type the last period in this piece. I have never lived in Gaza and so I do not know what the constant bombardment of bombs sounds like. I do not know what it is like to sit in your own living room, staring at the walls adorned with photos of your family and wondering when these very same walls that keep your family safe will end your lives. I do not know what it is like to hide in the school I once believed would help me accomplish the goals I need to meet and exceed in order to pursue a higher purpose. I do not know what it is like to walk outside of my house and find the neighbor’s…
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