The tears of Gaza’s men are an act of rebellion

Growing up in Gaza, I learned that to be a man, I had to silence my tears, hide my trembles, and choke down my pain. But how am I supposed to hold it all in when everything around me has collapsed? 

I entered manhood under bombardment, in a world that rarely considers the lives of people like me to be deserving of protection or even mourning. The ongoing Israeli genocide in Gaza has not only stolen the lives of our family members and neighbors, but also…