Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
“They call us now. Before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and says in perfect Arabic “This is David.” And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies still smashing around in my head I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?” They … Continue reading Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
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