I couldn’t sleep last night. Memories of my home in gaza kept flooding my head. The sounds of bombs had captivated my soul, repeating over and over. I remember the mangos from our trees would fall like rain from the ground shaking. I remember the poisonous candy that would fall from the airplanes…
Overheard before the march:
'Daddy, why are we protesting?'
'Because little kids are being killed in #Gaza and we should always stand up for those who need it'
'Thats so sad, why are they being killed daddy?'
'Because there are very bad people in the world with too much power. Remember I taught you about the Nazis?'
'Yes daddy, I remember'
'Well the Nazis are still around pumpkin, they call themselves Zionists now'
Parenting: he’s doing it right.
I have not received a dress based of my tumblr.
I have not received my pin pal.
I have not received my character based off my blog.
I have not received a picture of the book or the wall you wrote my URL on.
I HAVE been lied to.
I never even got that “doot doot”