price in blood.

هولالايا هولالا سمنه وعسل في الجرار اوكي انا وحبيبي ونرمي اليهودي لبرا

Pardon my spelling errors. I don't write Arabic fluently and relied on speech to text. That's one of the lullabies my Palestinian father sung me as a kid in 1882-1987, and it's still haunts me now. My father passed in the spring of this year. I don't think he would have survived watching this war on TV. I'm glad he's not here to watch. I know Palestine will keep praying and paying. I don't know why I expected more from my government this time around, but I did. I don't want my American taxes going to kill my people in Palestine. I don't want my money supporting companies that support or fund zionism. I'm so torn right now. On the one hand, I'm relieved social media is being used to show the world what Palestinians have known for decades. On the other hand, it's coming too slowly, and Palestinian babies are paying the price.