Mélanie Lycka ☆ Storyteller, writer & journalist

I wrote this and felt like I might not be alone in being scared, drowning in questions and feeling helpless, so I decided to share it.
We could really wake up one day and discover they all have been murdered.

It's raw, messy, and vulnerable. It's full of mistakes but also full of feelings. I could try to edit the whole thing but it would never end.
I know it can bring me lots of hate, but I'm not one who stays silent when it comes to my values and what's right.
Who am I to say what is wrong and what is right you may ask... Well, not killing anyone feels like it should be an easy one for us all. Unfortunately, it's not.

Palestinian are not starving, they're being starved. They're not dying, they're being killed.
It's not a war, a famine, a conflict. It's a genocide.
Leaders may be playing with words, some may be trying to empty vocabularies and change definitions, but even if words matter, not naming things don't make them disappear.

To all the innocent souls lost without a beating heart to match... You're not breathing anymore, but you will keep existing through people all around the world, and we will speak up because you can't anymore.
To all the ones currently fighting for their right to exist in Palestine, we see you, we care and I promise you, we're trying.
To Israel, and companies, people and countries' leaders who support them... We see you too...