don’t know how, but I feel my heart getting smaller and is losing its strength. Barely beating. Its beats come crazy fast and suddenly I feel it about to stop.

This is the fourth Friday of the war and I am still alive! I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, and I cannot assert that I have survived inevitable death.

So I tell myself “It’s Ok, the path has room for everyone.” But it suddenly narrowed for me to the point of suffocation and murder… Were my dreams that big?! 

Looks like there is no escaping death. The occupation army started its invasion of Gaza since nightfall. It was a night that cannot be wiped off our memories.

nside my head, I own a world full of diverse types of lives, all shapes, colors, wonders, answers to all questions and questions to all answers.