I allowed myself to forget about Palestine: graduation, marriage, honeymoon and new beginnings against the backdrop of silence.
As life caught up with me, I stepped away. I logged out of the massacre and decided to live in luxurious freedom from tragedy.
GRADUATION
I graduate, wearing a symbol of resistance as I walk to collect my diploma. The keffiyeh causes me to sweat as I wear it under my precisely arranged robes. The robes symbolise the tradition of my university, 432 years old. Everything is black and white. I could be…
