Israel has been tightening its grip around Gaza again, just in time for the month of Ramadan.
The same patterns are at play - a people cut off from their sustenance, forced to endure under siege. This isn't new; my family knew this dance all too well. They were driven out of our homeland by war. Now it's Palestinians under the boot of occupation once more.
They say technology is the future, but it’s also the chains we wear. Drones hover above, watching and waiting, while back here on Earth, the same surveillance that keeps tabs on who goes where also watches over us as we try to survive in these fractured times.
The arrogance of those in power never fails to amaze me - they think this will make them different, that they can keep doing what they're doing without consequence. History's a cruel teacher and she has a way of repeating herself with brutal precision.
People ask how we resist when the odds seem insurmountable. It’s not about hope; it’s about survival. We find ways to carry on, to support one another, even in the darkest of times. There's no room for despair because there's too much at stake - our very existence.
They will fall. Just like those before them. The old empires are hollow from within and they don't see it coming, but we do.