Palestine Forever. | An original story (and a short paragraph)

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As you probably know, yesterday was the 1st anniversary of the whole Palestine thing, but really it hasn't, this has been going on for about 71+ years, and that's crazy. Really crazy. So please please show your support. It's time to speak up, please. Here is a small story that I wrote, I know it's not much, but its something, and even the tiniest sparks can ignite the biggest things. So here it is. Three Lives, One Memory. Chapter One: The Hospital “Mama!” I yell out, while rummaging through piles and piles of papers and trash. The whole house was a mess, because of, well everything, the move, the bombs, the packing... “Mama, where are you?” I scream again, more frantically this time. “Laila, come to the kitchen!” I hear my Abi say. I dash to the kitchen as I realize there is a crack in the floor and before it's too late I trip and hurt my ankle. ✨ Wow this place sure was the children's hospital, it was practically destroyed other then, well the hospital part. The last time I came here was almost 10 years ago when I had the chicken pox and it sure was different from that time, there were books, toys, and lights everywhere before and now it's just, well, a regular boring old 5 room hospital. “Assalamualaikum You must be Laila, I heard you broke your ankle, come into the room while we wait for the doctor.” I heard from across the room, as soon as I realized I had been standing in the waiting room, practically zoning out. I turned around to see that a mumrida that looked about 45 was smiling at me and I immediately got up and followed her into a hospital room. The room looked like a nursery, with the wallpaper, the teddy bears, the curtains, practically everything in a baby’s room except the crib. You may be asking why there was a crack in the floor, well it started 71 years ago, when the Yahoodis tried to take over, they basically did, but I like to think they are still trying. Anyway, 12 years ago, which is when I was born, well I was in my Mom’s tummy, my Abi and Umi decided to move someplace safer then Gaza, it was hard, I know that, real hard, but somehow they made it, they made it with barely any food and water, and my Mama was pregnant, but somehow, someway, they made it and stayed in Nablus, not far from war, but better then Gaza at least. As I was saying, the bombs and the Genocide and everything, it causes our houses to disrupt. THIS IS JUST CHAPTER 1! there are more but I might not share them <3