Amidst all of the world's chaos and meaningless-ness, I still keep watering the plants, folding the clothes and taking pictures.

To the 31,490+ beautiful souls who had looked forward to this year's Ramadan, the 112,000+ homes that would've hosted iftars, the 634+ mosques that would've conducted taraweeh prayers, and the 12,300+ precious children who were excited to celebrate eid:

Words fail to describe the unspeakable evils that were ordered upon you, but your loss, and the continued hate that is being showered upon your fellow palestinians will not be swept away as mere victims and casualties, they will stand as a testament to the unwavering spirit of human lives amidst times of unimaginable cruelty, and will continue to be a reminder for one of mankind's greatest failures.

As we inherit this blood smeared earth, all we can do now is, to vow to fight injustice with every breath, to remember your resilient lives and dreams, to keep all your souls in our prayers and to promise you a paradise ahead.

From a society choking with shame and remorse, one that has to go through many more Ramadans and Eids without each of you,

We are sorry gaza.

I hate letting go of people. I hate the fact that they will no longer be a part of my life. I hate that I will never get to see them again. I hate that I still know their favorite songs and movies. I hate that I can still hear how they laughed. I hate that I still remember their siblings' birthdays or what their dad does. I hate that I still know their favorite pizza and ice cream flavors. I hate that I still haven't forgotten their address or what they want to be when they grow up. I hate that I don't know what to do with all these pieces of them or when to throw them all away. I hate that I don't know where I can learn to forget.