We Bleed the Same Color

“Our blood is exactly the same color, and our pain is the same pain.” – Moira, a Palestinian woman

It’s been 9 months since I ventured to the Middle East. Not a day goes by that I do not think about it and the people I encountered. I promised the Israelis and Palestinians I met that I would share what I saw, so I will continue to do that in every way possible. I am realizing more and more how much my Israel/Palestine trip prepared me for what has been happening in our country today. I have realized we need more Moiras and Ramis in the world.

Peace, Enemies, & Chicken Shawarmas

img_4018Israel. Palestine. These two words hold such significance in my life now. Words that I used to hear on the news and had my own assumptions about, words that meant very little to me, words that confirmed my ignorance to what is really going on. Now when I see these two words my heart aches, my mind is overwhelmed, and my eyes have a hard time staying dry. My world has changed drastically due to the beauty I have seen in one of the most intense conflicts this world has ever seen.

Israel/Palestine. The Journey Begins.

Be still my heart. I am one day away from one of the most significant opportunities I will ever endure in my lifetime and I am very confident in that statement! I have been on a journey these past 6 weeks discovering and learning about one of the craziest, most difficult, and humbling conflicts I have ever experienced, The Israeli-Palestinian conflict. I have discovered how naive I have been in response to this conflict. I knew there were issues, but I had no idea what that really entailed. I knew people took sides, but I wasn’t sure why. I knew people were being displaced, but I didn’t know what for. I knew I didn’t know what was going on, but I was too wrapped up in my own little world to care about knowing more.

Dear Teenager,

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Dear Teenager,

To the heartbreaker, the athletic one, and the loser; to the indecisive, the lovebirds, and the band geek; to the ones who are suicidal, with divorced parents, and the daddyless; to the frightened, the rule breakers, and the punk rockers; to the ones who are sick, the overachievers, and the kind girl next door; to the ones with a perfect family, the foster kid, and the rich one; to the drug addict, alcohol abuser, and the sex addict; to the generation that I absolutely adore and love to the very core of my being, I write to you.

The Fault in Our Stars

This movie was brilliant in more ways than one. For those who know me, you know I love movies. I love everything about them, the passion, the adventure, the characters, it’s a powerful thing for me to experience. I feel the same about books, but that’s a blog for another time. The Fault in Our Stars has adventure, love, and a beautiful lesson of what it means to be a victim. This movie (and novel, but I am going to refer to the movie) is a love story, but not a normal one. When cancer plays a part in a love story it is everything but normal. Cancer itself doesn’t surprise us these days anymore. It’s a common illness that destroys lives. I have had one too many friends and family members who have struggled with cancer. Some that are struggling, some that have struggled and won, and some that have lost the fight. However, losing the fight to cancer does not mean it has won.

It’s a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.The Fault in Our Stars