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“Hunger now governs time. It becomes the unrelenting measure by which each hour is known.” Alaa Alqaisi on life in Gaza through the lens of WB Yeats’s “The Second Coming.”
The View From Gaza—As Seen Through WB Yeats’s Widening Gyre
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and …
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August 13, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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Israel is starving Gaza to death.
Babies shrink instead of grow.
Aid sites become death traps.
Doctors say children arrive as “skeletons.”
This is deliberate.

Read the report: mondoweiss.net/2025/07/when...
When the bodies of starving children in Gaza reach a ‘point of no return’
Children in Gaza have begun to die of severe malnutrition in increasing numbers as Israel continues to starve the people of Gaza. Infants are the most severely affected, as hunger devours their bodies...
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July 23, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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You must read today's piece by Alaa Alqaisi. Read it, share it, translate it, print it out, post it around your neighborhood, mail it, illustrate it. Keep it moving.

arablit.org/2025/07/21/b...
Hunger reveals truths no one seeks. It strips away every comforting illusion and shows what remains when there is nothing left to lose. I have learned that dignity is not a possession, but a practice—it emerges in the way one endures, not in what one owns. I have come to understand that memory, too, is a form of defiance. To name one’s pain, to record it faithfully, is to refuse erasure. I do not seek pity. Pity flattens. It turns Gaza into an object, a cautionary tale, a headline too often repeated to provoke response. What I seek—what I insist upon—is remembrance. Not simply of the hunger, but of the minds it has clouded, the hands that tremble over a final cup of tea, the eyes that scan the sky not for stars but for signs of fire.
July 21, 2025 at 8:01 PM