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.