Mahmoud Abdel Majeed Assaf. Gaza, 28/5/24
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In the tent, I feel worse than ever. I have no objections or approvals, no choice of path.
Everything blurs into nothingness; there’s no difference between stopping and continuing.
I endure the day, longing for night’s return.