Wisps of steam dance on your nose. You will surely regret this in the sober light of morning—but she calls to you like a siren. You need that broth and you need it now. Maybe just a sip won’t hurt.
The occupation persists, the oppression persists, the torture persists.
The occupiers are psychotic and their work is never finished.
People who’ve paid attention won’t be surprised by this photo from Gaza.
