I lost my nephew and Gaza’s nephew. Until the world is called a genocide, we have no hope in peace | Ahmed Najar
Inever been in two months since my niece Juri – a bright, grinning six years old – killed by Gaza. We buried him while his sister recovered from his wounds and his father tried to walk again with the broken legs. Only one week ago, I hit another irrevocable loss. My 16-year-old Ali was killed:…