في غزة تصبح الوجوه الخارطة الدموية للوجود. أتأمل هذا الوجه، وأتتبع خطوط الدم عليه. لا أعرف ماذا يمكن للكلمات أن تقول أمامه، ولا كيف يمكن أن أمرّ عنه وأواصل يومي.
In Gaza, faces become the bloodied map of existence. I look at this face and trace the lines of blood across it. I do not know what words can say before it, or how I can move past it and carry on with my day.
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