09/10/2026
After three years of the genocide in Gaza, what is there left to say?
It began long before. In 1948 came the Nakba, the great catastrophe. They went on subjugating us. Then the siege, year after year. Then it was streamed, live, every day. A genocide in full view of the world.
We are past words.
A bicycle only stands while it moves. So we move. Our bikes are rebuilt for the bodies that ride them, and every ride through Gaza is sumud: to stay, to hold the ground.
We hold it on two wheels.
Gaza remains. We remain.