Life Through Her Eyes : 9

                                  I used to love our time together 

She would bring a book for us to read 

Sometimes we just listen to music 

One time she brought a guy over 

My favorite is when I get to hear her silent thoughts while we are cuddling 

Or when she rocks me just the right amount and with the right momentum 

Recently, when I see her coming I start squeaking with anxiety 

She is no longer fun to be around! 

All we talk about is dying kids, lost friends 

She talks a lot about war to me and we analyze war and genocide on a daily basis 

Even when we listen to music, it is not calming 

She has been rocking me either too hard or not at all 

I'm soaking wet with her tears, its like napkins are not sufficient at this point 

Sometimes I make noises to help her snap out of those dark thoughts 

Mostly I fail and when I succeed she gets mad 

I have held many humans, and she was my favorite until 7th of October 2023 

It's like she became a whole different person

About the Author

Rand is a 26-year-old Palestinian. She is the youngest of four children; she finished her undergraduate studies at Bir Zeit University, Ramallah, Palestine. During her university years, Rand grew more interested in the humanitarian structure and the Palestinian cause from a humanitarian point of view. Through volunteering and networking, rand received many pieces of training in crisis management, and emergency navigation, as well as, humanitarian structure, signature, and localization allowing her to employ her knowledge in her career and as a volunteer with many local and international humanitarian organizations. Moreover, rand is a very expressive artistic person who attempts to share her human experience through pen and brush. She is captivated by sunsets and Palestinian beauty.