Dreams are another world, but sometimes they are more truthful than reality. A world that opens its doors to us when we can no longer face what is happening while we are awake, and gives us, even if only for a few moments, what we have been deprived of for so long. Last night, I fell asleep at the lowest point a human being can reach. For three…
The suffering of the people of Gaza is not simply a tent that has replaced a home, nor merely a fabric roof beneath which we hide from death. It is a tent that burns beneath the sun, suffocates us with its heat, and turns even the simplest moments of rest into torment. It is not merely the fire we are forced to light instead of cooking gas, nor…