it was never about oct 7... I’ve been reading, hearing, and watching the atrocities happening in Palestine since I was a kid, on the news, in passing conversations, in the background of everyday life, and I still remember around 2010 when our telecom opened an international line so we could call Palestinians directly just to comfort them, to pray with them, to feel close to their pain, but over time we got used to it, and with the rise of…

Maaaaaan, shoutout to my dad for introducing me to cinema.

Rewatching this now felt like stepping into a time machine. I had forgotten so much of the story since the first time I watched it was as a kid with my father, but what hit me the most wasn’t the plot it was the memories. The late-night movies, dad letting me stay up just to enjoy the screen with him, the way he’d walk home and surprise me with a…