ZIAD IN GAZA

 My stomach aches, my back hurts, my knees are killing me. I cannot stop thinking, and reminding myself, that right now I am living the best scenario anyone in Gaza is living. I am privileged to be under a roof, have access to some food and water, be around some nice people – and staying alive. Other people in Gaza dream of having half of what I do.

Still, I am not OK, I am not OK at all. I am the complete opposite of OK. I am sad, broken, hurt, humiliated and displaced.

I close my eyes, try to focus on the blue sea I saw today, and I pray for a better tomorrow.