Sometimes I forget how privileged I am… how when I talk about Cymru, I talk about being free. What I mean is an independence where the Cymraeg government has full autonomy and power but either way I won’t feel the consequences. Cymru was still exist in peace and safety. A safety I have always known, a safety that my grandfather wanted when he made the hard decision to leave Yemen with only the clothes on his back. When Plestia writes about a free Gaza, a free Palestine she writes about a hospital courtyard with dead bodies lined up waiting to be identified and at the other end small children painting the Palestinian flag. That even small children in a genocide, playing next to dead bodies have hopes and dreams for a free Palestine where the flag can fly free. Because freedom for Palestine means IOF terrorists can start their aggressions on the land, it means they can return to their stolen homes and stolen land, it means their children won’t be abducted and held in Israeli prisons to be beaten, starved, tortured and raped, it means a future where babies aren’t born to the sound of drones.

I did not see any of that coming OH MY GOD

As I am reading I am reminded that the world is failing Gaza… that I am reading what one day will be how history looks back on one of the darkest times in history and asks how the world let it happen and what will we say? “I’m sorry, we tried.” But did we try enough?

I love Reginald 😂