A CELTIC SPIRIT IN GAZA

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WERE PLAYGROUNDS IN GAZA. A UNIVERSE OF ENDLESS LAUGHTER, BIG DREAMS, BREATHLESS SMILES, AND PRICELESS NAIVETY. LIFELESS ASPIRATIONS, NOW BURIED IN WHITE KAFAN, MARKED — NEVER AGAIN. IN OUR PLACE, UNHOLY ALLIANCES PLAYING GOD. WE HAVE BEEN BETRAYED BY A WOUNDED HAMAS AND OUR RIGHT TO EXIST BY ISRAEL. EXTREMISMContinue reading “A CELTIC SPIRIT IN GAZA”