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fyi when you hurt me , this is who you’re hurting

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VIDEO: Living Under Israel’s Missiles

Four boys of the Bakr family were killed by a missile strike during last year’s incursion. Their surviving family members are still scarred from the attack.

More than anyone, children bear the brunt of regular Israeli military assaults on the Gaza Strip. During the 51-day war in the summer of 2014, 551 children were killed and 3,436 were injured. But these gruesome figures say little about the psychological state of the nearly 800,000 children who have survived the periodic bombing campaigns. After the final cease-fire that ended Israel’s Operation Protective Edge on August 26 of last year, UNICEF estimated that at least 425,000 Palestinian children in the besieged Gaza Strip require “immediate psychosocial and child protection support.”

[ The physical wounds of Gaza children might have healed, but they live with enduring psychological trauma ]

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Still tryin to heal from things I don’t speak about

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“I don’t care about the marvelous sights! I only want to be in your presence.”

— Rumi, The Dove in the Eaves

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“Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.”

— Rumi, The Essential Rumi

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“What is the light in the center of the darkness inside your soul? A royal radiance or a fantasy like the way the full moon comes up sometimes in daylight ? ”

-Rumi

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He saw someone coming, a person like the dawn.

Rumi, from The Essential Rumi tr. Coleman Barks

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I am neither the loosening of sand nor the close drawn tent of music;

I’m the sound, simply, of my own breaking.

No wonder you came looking for me,

you who care for the grieving, and I the sound of grief.

- Ghalib

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Who are you in my heart?

Who imperceptible always fills my anguish with sweetness?

Who unknown overflows like storm clouds in my thirsty eyes?

Painter of golden dreams in the empty house of sleep?

Who are you in my heart?

Whom do my breaths eternally pursue?

To kiss whose footprints does this breath return again and again?

Who, having made me a prisoner, is not imprisoned in his victory?

Who are you in my heart?

- Mahadevi Varma