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All I want is to reclaim myself and my life. This blog is my way to reorder my thoughts, to carry the voices of my family and friends, and to keep alive the memory of my city, which remains under genocide in Gaza. I strive to raise the voices of the people — girls and women, youth and elders — and to revive the meaning of life and writing. I work with my son, Samer, through our own efforts. Thank you for stopping by.
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By Hedaya Shamun (*) Nightmares hounded me so relentlessly that I did not sleep a full hour all night. My heart kept leaping, as if dozing on a sheet of searing metal. The city is very far from me physically, yet it crushes me with its closeness to my soul. I rise and take a…
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Hedaya Shamun I remember my father in our old house in the al-Shaboura camp, lying on his bed after illness left him bedridden. I held a bouquet of red roses, and on a winter night, placed them in his lap to make him smile. I took a picture; his face looked like a rose uprooted…
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