In October 2023, as I sit quietly scrolling through the latest updates from Palestine, I feel gutted. Not in the metaphorical sense. I mean gutted—like someone reached into my chest and twisted the softest part of me until it burned. There’s a heaviness that no amount of logic or distraction can numb. The kind of ache that builds as the news keeps…
In October 2023, as I sit quietly scrolling through the latest updates from Palestine, I feel gutted. Not in the metaphorical sense. I mean gutted—like someone reached into my chest and twisted the s…