I finally got my father on the phone today- he has been inconsolable this past week, more like this past year.

In between tears of despair and longing, I asked: ‘Baba, aren’t you happy you raised children who are all in for the resistance? I would be heartbroken if my children repeated the narratives of the west.’

‘What is a person and what does their life amount to without principle? Without a moral compass?’ he replied, holding back a flood of tears.

‘Remember the cause ya Baba.. Remember that Palestine is our North Star’.