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 needs to happen. To dissimilate an entire culture. Not just dissimilate, but further erase an entire people from the map.

I can’t think comparatively how much worse it could get. But here in the states we have this me, me, me mindset. We disassociate our struggles with that of the world, specifically from Gaza.

I feel for mortality, for hunger, for all the things America is supposed to resolve. Or is that only for Americans?

A prominent figure in my life often tells me whilst watching the news how great our military structure is for fighting the “injustices” of the Gazan force. To that I say nothing because I simply have no facts readily available to disperse, and quite honestly, I have nothing to say due to my fear of being alone. This is something I am working on. I need to stand for my brothers and sisters who are fighting daily for water, food, shelter, medical assistance, and for the everlasting ring of war. To this I shall be in debt to you. Or better in solitude with you. I will join in this fight, and I will not rest until the greater good steps in, and abolishes such an influence in your lives.

ana maeak dayiman