How do you write the unimaginable? How do you craft art from the horror? How do you count your loved ones, now dead, in lines of poems?
I read this twice, once fast, once slow, and let it break me. 50 years of occupation and apartheid. Years of incremental genocide; now a full year of genocide, full stop. A farce of an election in the US with both parties fighting over who can kill the most Palestinian children. Mosab Abu Toha is one more voice out of millions, asking us to bear witness. Gaza tells us who we are. Now what?
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