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In Gaza, the colour red is all too familiar. When collective punishment is indiscriminate, both the young and old are harmed. The injuries sustained routinely go beyond physical damage into lasting memories of trauma. Doctors are trained to operate on broken bones, but you cannot attach splints and casts to…
I have sat here for centuries, still and strong. I watched them work the soil and sing their songs. There was nothing I could do when they came with hate and bullets My foundation, my land turned red, as the blood soaked in it I was left to watch my…
The images transmitted from Palestine look like what we have come to expect from a war-zone. Children, shell-shocked and crying from artillery shooting. Weeping women lying beside the ruins of derelict building that once was the roof over her head. Young men, stricken and angry, fists clenched in a gesture…