Confession of a grieving Palestinian, forever away from home.
(For the record, hopelessness does not mean giving up. When you feel like you can do so little, just do what you can. Donate. Protest. Scream the truth.)
I’m in the process of organizing a gofundme for a family to get out of Gaza and into Egypt. If anyone with a big following on Twitter can help me spread it there, please let me know.
This is the paramedic who found his family among the dead victims. I thought it was only his mother who got killed, but I was mistaken. But his sister seems to have survived only.
They're telling him to calm down but he fell to the ground saying: My family. My family.
The man consoles him saying: We're all one family here. Each one of us has lost their family. Look, my sisters are in there. We have to get back up. You're strong.