A Gazan’s honest answer to the question, “How Are You?” – Mondoweiss

Every time someone asks, “How are you?”—whether it’s my siblings, my closest friends, or anyone who still cares to ask—I feel a sharp twist inside. That simple question does not just echo in my ears; it drags me back into a place I desperately try to avoid. Because the truth is, I am not fine. I am far from well. And neither is anyone else in Gaza. 

The weight of my loss, the loss of a whole community, sits heavy on my chest every single day. No amount of love or care…