Gaza’s Ramadan this year is like a pale, sick man. Gaza’s Ramadan this year erases my father’s compliment that I’m his serene, sane child. I just might go insane, I struggle to survive. When left with nothing, you struggle to strive. This Ramadan has different tastes,...
The faces shine, everyone feels fine, our hearts are full of Iman; we are all ears to hear the Athan and our hands pray to let us live the Holy Month of Ramadan. The crescent of Ramadan appears. Mesaharati beats the drums and says, “Oh… you who are asleep, wake up and...