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when ocean vuong said: "all this time i told myself we were born from war—but i was wrong, ma. we were born from beauty. let no one mistake us for the fruit of violence—but that violence, having passed through the fruit, failed to spoil it" 🇵🇸

Please save this poem, recite to the people around you and tell them what happened to my home, and the homes of so many other people? Tell them some families were buried under the rubble?

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Our houses towered as high as our cypress trees. We lit our streetlamps with olive oil. Our houses no longer stand: Gone with the gunpowder, the wind of death, planted beneath the warm soil. The children’s footsteps, the steam from grandmother’s teacup, the smoke from

The West imagines the Middle East and sees only death. Suffering masses, dehumanized, anonymized. You may pity us, but do you SEE us? See this. Remember that we are human. Remember that our children laugh. This is who is being slaughtered. This is what we're trying to save.

Americans: the SINGLE MOST IMPORTANT THING you can do for Gaza right now is call your Senators every single day until November 21 and demand they co-sign Senate Joint Resolutions 111-116, which would block the 11 BILLION DOLLARS of military aid we’re about to send Israel.