From Palestine, With Love by Citrine Ghraowi
I can see the rage shaking in my bones, cracked ribspassed down from generation to generationOur mere existence is a threat to allas it should beFor I don’t just feel my angerbut my mothers my sitosmy khalos my aunties I can feel the memories of their past lives in Gaza in the way they describe … Read moreFrom Palestine, With Love by Citrine Ghraowi