This year in Gaza, we have no meat to slaughter, and even canned food is hard to come by. Instead, we’re the ones being slaughtered.
We had just begun rebuilding our lives when Israel shattered the Gaza ceasefire. Now we are once again on the edge of death and I can only ask, Why are we not allowed to survive?
For families who lost loved ones, Ramadan is a seat left empty at the Iftar table, and the unbearable weight of being the ones left behind.