Decimation
What comes to mind when you hear your fellow classmates complain of their parents, who take away their phones? Childish banter surrounding giving it back. What do you hear when you put down your phone? Silence. What do you need to remain comfortable in this modern society? Anything readily available. All these questions cannot be answered by the people of Gaza, if we are supposing they even have these luxuries. With much solitude and much humility, I cry at night and want to do something about the war in Gaza, so bad that my ancestors before me ring in my head. Saying there’s nothing you can do, you are but one. I tend to go back to my comfortable childhood history. Although I think it may have been rough. There are Gazans who have been killed just trying to help their fallen brothers, in hopes that they may still indeed need help. Do they have a future? No. I cry at night for fear of general cultural hatred that may come with an uprise for the Gazan people. However, something nee...