I am not worried for the souls of the children who freeze and starve to death in Syria. They roam freely in the gardens of paradise.

My heart aches for their mothers who upon looking at their cherub’s lifeless body must wish to cease living themselves out of grief. But still, I am not worried…

Oh rascal children of Gaza. You who constantly disturbed me with your screams under my window. You who filled every morning with rush and chaos. You who broke my vase and stole the lonely flower on my balcony. Come back, and scream as you want and break all the vases. Steal all the flowers. Come back..Just come back..

—Khaled Juma, a Palestinian poet from Gaza.  (via nowinexile)

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