For me, as a Palestinian from Gaza who survived the ongoing genocide, when I look at the rubble of homes on Google Maps, I am not seeing only the remains of buildings, which from far look like a decaying wall.
I am seeing the remains of people whose bodies were crushed beneath walls and ceilings they painted with their own hands.
I see children’s toys. Books. Backpacks. Coloring pencils. An unfinished meal. Blankets. Shoes. Photo frames of grandparents whose grandchildren never met. An old key to a home in Yaffa or Haifa.
I can also hear the last words of a broadcaster on the radio before the news occurred, before the radio was broken and the family crushed.
No breaking news there. No news at all.
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| Gaza 2026 |


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