You try to scare me. Make me shrink. Further. Make me walk the streets of my city My city Trying to take up less space.
الحرب ليست لُغتي war is not my language no more of yours F-16s no more of your tanks! (and your other American made deadly toys) no more of your Qassams no more! Khalas!
Again, tragedy strikes. Again, I am struggling with words. And again, words are failing me when I most need them.
When will women be recognized as an entity?