Dr. Wael Nasrallah From Gaza City Lost All His Loved Ones Within A Week To I0F Airstrikes. He Later Adds

Dr. Wael Nasrallah from Gaza City lost all his loved ones within a week to I0F airstrikes. He later adds in another facebook post "and now i wish death would take me too."

Source: Dr. Wael Nasrallah FB

If I must die, let it bring hope Let it be a tale 🪁🍉🇵🇸

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170 hours later and this behemoth project is completed. After being moved to tears three times by Dr. Alareer's poem, I needed to create something. Hopefully this honours his memory.

Hoping to get some funding from local orgs to get this printed into a physical booklet for distribution.

From the river, to the sea!

Palestinians in the West Bank tearing down the apartheid wall.

Credit to @caniscathexis for showing me this

Started feeling amped up for no reason (there are actually many reasons, including and not limited to the code I need to finish by 11am, the slump I have been in the past 4 weeks or 4 years, my current inability to run because I fucked my ankle up, the intense feeling of time dragging while also moving too fast, the loneliness of my twenties, and the bender I went on recently) so I went for a night drive. Something about blasting 2010 hits while freezing my ass off with the window open in the middle of the night gets me every time.

Something about going on night drives also leaves me aching for the person who used to sit in the passenger seat with me at 2 in the morning while we went up and down a ten mile stretch of road, but we don’t really talk anymore. What do you do when you give your heart in its entirety to a handful of people, and one of those people now lives thousands of miles away, and you don’t speak anymore outside of a dance the two of you do over the phone bi-annually around any and all of your true feelings and shared history? How do I stop making her playlists? How do I stop seeing her in the trees and my music and my likes and dislikes? How do I keep lying to myself to fit in with my culture and religion and reconcile with the fact that the person I was going to throw every rule and expectation away for is no longer with me? How do I put these pieces of myself back together? How do I have a right to hurt when I was the first one to stop us from stepping forward hand-in-hand in the first place?

Anyway, rant over, I got two energy drinks from the gas station so I’m going to go blast music and finish my code and think about all the ways I would have trouble explaining who I am today to the girl I was ten years ago. Goodnight 💯💯