What to tell you? Gaza is frustrating these days—well, these years. It’s a good exercise in patience, at least.

All that I can tell you is that nothing can justify it, not even the most sacred ends in the world, not even peace itself, understand me?''Yes, Mom. Nothing can justify our scars.

What is there beyond the sky?' I asked my mother.'Paradise.''What does it look like?''Like children’s dreams.

I averted my eyes, looked around, and stumbled through all the faces in the room till they finally rested on his. He was standing like a scared bird, waving one wing and using the other to hide his scar. Aya Rabah- Scars

There's a Palestine that dwells inside all of us, a Palestine that needs to be rescued: a free Palestine where all people regardless of color, religion, or race coexist; a Palestine where the meaning of the word "occupation" is only restricted to what the dictionary says rather than those plenty of meanings and connotations of death, destruction, pain, suffering, deprivation, isolation and restrictions that Israel has injected the word with.

Sometimes a homeland becomes a tale. We love the story because it is about our homeland and we love our homeland even more because of the story.