Israel Has Buried Gaza in Rubble, But Our Love for the Land Will Always Survive
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I have never chosen to adopt the title of “refugee,” yet it keeps haunting me. It is scribbled on my Palestinian national identification card and follows my name in human rights conferences. It serves as a cruel mark to be treated as marginalized and homeless. It is a word I have unconsciously repeated in my head as I sat through history lectures, summing up the root of the dystopia we are living…