As I Sat Alone In The Darkness The Sound Of Footsteps Scared Me.
As I sat alone in the darkness the sound of footsteps scared me.
How did the Zombies learn to walk normally?
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My legs startes to burn.
I really wish that man had not seen me using magic.
I was cooking lunch, excited for my husband to come home. I stopped, hearing a knock on the door. I opened the door to see two police officers standing at my door. I knew them, I knew them well. They worked with my husband. "We are so sorry ma'am," one started "Your husband was ran off the road in a high speed chase," the other finished. All I could do was stand there shocked.
To this day people will cry over the knowledge and works destroyed when the library of Alexandria was burned down.
And yet no tears are shed as Palestinian archives and libraries are bombed.
Saint Porphyrius Church, built in 1150 and the 3rd oldest church in the world has been bombed.
It's not an accident.
Israel aren't simply killing Palestinians, they are trying to erase that there ever were Palestinians in the first place.
Destroying their livelihoods, trying to to destroy their culture and history and pretend this land was never there's.
It's easy to deny someone's existence when there's no record of them.
Which is why it's so important to look at the atrocities and bear witness to what's happening.
But to also recognise that Palestine is more than it's suffering.
There is a living breathing culture, of art, history, literacy which all come from the Palestinians.
Traditions they've carried for centuries.
So while we mourn the dead, we shall fight for the living. Fight for the preservation of their crafts, amplify their voices as they speak on their culture.
Palestinian history and culture is alive. And no matter how much the world wants to erase that, they cannot and will not.