Every night I woke up in 1-to-2-hour intervals to check the news, methodical in witnessing all the horrors that I was shamefully sleeping through. A witnessing that sunk one’s belief in humanity. A witnessing that repeated the horrors into a compounding nightmare. A witnessing that attempted to crush hope that has been passed down generationally. And yet, amongst the unbelievable despair that came from it all, I continued making; searching for a lifeline to keep sustaining myself, a space to safely cry into, a home to build from and create, came a prayer. Cross-stitching amulet symbols of protection, repeatedly created a realm to feel as close to home, Palestine, as one can; a prayer. Not an escape from reality but rather an acknowledgement of what was happening with a thread of held hope. Making a vision of where we will be in the future, a home with liberation held within us. A prayer stitched in, a prayer repeated – we are still here

Every night I woke up in 1-to-2-hour intervals to check the news, methodical in witnessing all the horrors that I was shamefully sleeping through. A witnessing that sunk one’s belief in humanity. A witnessing that repeated the horrors into a compounding nightmare. A witnessing that attempted to crush hope that has been passed down generationally. And yet, amongst the unbelievable despair that came from it all, I continued making; searching for a lifeline to keep sustaining myself, a space to safely cry into, a home to build from and create, came a prayer. Cross-stitching amulet symbols of protection, repeatedly created a realm to feel as close to home, Palestine, as one can; a prayer. Not an escape from reality but rather an acknowledgement of what was happening with a thread of held hope. Making a vision of where we will be in the future, a home with liberation held within us. A prayer stitched in, a prayer repeated – we are still here