Personal Essay by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

PLEASE TAKE ACTION RIGHT NOW AND SEND YOUR LETTER TO THE UN OFFICE OF THE SPECIAL ADVISER ON THE PREVENTION OF GENOCIDE AND THE INTERNATIONAL CRIMINAL COURT PROSECUTOR.

I am beginning to have fewer dreams. Or nightmares; I am unsure what the most accurate description is. I no longer have a normal sleep pattern—most nights, I am scrolling or stationed in front of satellite news reports, watching a tomorrow that has yet to begin where I live unfold its horrors on our people. I have kept this meager vigil for seven months, trying to absorb every fact and detail of the genocide in Gaza. Poet Fady Joudah writes of our dead, “I am a grief capitalist, I claim them all.” While grief animates my vigil, so does distrust. I know not to trust the record-keeping. I watch our deaths disputed, I watch the months, years, crimes, and devastations of seventy-six years that predate October 7th, 2023, erased before my eyes.

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