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A yellow-orange sun and sky shines behind a young man, smiling.

What has Israel done to my brother?

Israeli soldiers put out cigarettes on my back and called us zombies. While I was released, my brother was used as a human shield and has never returned.

people pray in and around a largely destroyed mosque

Restoring our mosque revived my soul

For two years, I felt like a robot, devoid of feeling. But our collective effort to ensure we could pray together again during Ramadan has made me human again.

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