It’s the second day of Eid, mama and Mohammed came back from their holiday that they did locally near Wales. My sister came back from Jordan with her Family and I’ve been on my own in the house trying to recover from a cold. It made me think though if I’m struggling with cold I could only imagine how kids in Gaza right now are dying from minor ailments that go untreatable with so many despair like upper respiratory tract infection and malnutrition that is turning into a famine, this is a war of starvation as they are targeting the most vulnerable in our society who are unable to fight back and resist the occupation. We have a duty to protect our land and the occupier is meant to help us achieve that duty and not oppress it. We have been colonised by the British back in 1917 with the Balfour declaration stating the ‘right of Jewish people’ to our land which fundamentally mean that colonialism has turned into occupation and in 1948 (Al Nakba, catastrophe) Palestinian people have been displaced from their land and resources which meant that people had to flee the Israeli aggression  
and more settlements were built in the Westbank and Gaza, this is the history of my parents and grandparents in a nutshell, where I feel I relate to closely because of the events happening now I feel as if I’m displaced even though I’m  
in Mama’s house in Manchester. No where feels like home but home.