I’m supposedly a writer but right now, I can’t write.
I’m sitting here with my laptop literally on my lap but I can’t bring myself to open it and type out words that may or may not end up in a book somewhere, some day, one day.
Instead, I doom scroll. I weep. I wonder why and how this past year happened, if things will ever change, if Palestine really will be free. Some day. One day?
I wonder if there is such a thing as justice. I wonder how humans can be so abhorrent.
I wonder if happiness really does exist, or is it just a fleeting moment of increased endorphins..a chemical reaction that dies as quickly as it comes.
I wonder if I will ever smile from the heart again.. if it will ever be more than lips contorted upwards in an attempt to project normality?
Then I feel guilty about wondering, instead of actually doing something.
366 days of genocide that much of the world has ignored. 76 years of misery.
Free Palestine.. inshallah. 
