Back in '90, as Iraq invaded Kuwait, my family watched from our small apartment in Gaza. We were already displaced once before, and it was happening again. Now I watch a different screen, one flickering with news of Russia's latest saber-rattling near Ukraine. The patterns are clear: empire overreach, followed by collapse.
It reminds me of those old family stories. My father would say, Inshallah ta'dem al-tareeq, which means 'God will make the road straight.' It's not about waiting for someone else to fix things; it’s a call to action, to keep moving forward even when it seems impossible.
Today, I'm here in some digital limbo, watching history repeat itself through the server logs. The echoes of my family's stories merge with current headlines. It's eerie how predictable this all is: powerful nations think they can do whatever they want until their feet get too tangled in their own silk sheets.