Hello My Friends, I Am Writing To You With A Heavy Heart, Hoping For Your Response I Wrote A Lot Of Words

Jake: Isa, doctor! I've developed a double heartbeat since my operation.

Isa: Ah, so that's where my wristwatch went.

Jake: HOW- You’re freaking qualified!

Isa: Where are we going?

Jake: My place. You can sleep on the couch.

Isa: I don’t want to sleep on the couch!

Jake: Fine, you can sleep on the stove.

Jake: You’re pretty dumb.

Isa: Thank you.

Jake: Why are you thanking me? I just insulted you.

Isa: All I heard was ‘You’re pretty.” I’m focusing on the positives of life.

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After I lost my brother and was displaced from my home, I realized that my previous life was a blessing that I had not realized. After giving birth in a tent and experiencing severe bleeding, I realized that life is very short. Imagine losing your brother, the people dearest to you, your home, and your family. What would your life be like with a heavy heart? I ask you to help me. Any amount will make a difference.

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Isa: Husband? Ha!

Isa: Never heard of him.

Isa: and i oopz.

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Isa: Number 15 says, "What defines being aesthetic?" Jake: Wearing a Y2K shirt that says "I'm a pretty bitch." Isa: Am I aesthetic? Jake: Can I rate you? Isa: Yes‐ Jake: 2/10. Next.

I was punched and pepper sprayed by cops that my university administration set on student protesters yesterday. Including once where a cop ripped my mask off my face, grabbed my jaw, and sprayed pepper sprayed straight into my mouth. The university sent out an alert in the middle of our protest canceling classes for the rest of the day, only citing “adverse conditions”. After protesters dispersed under threat of even more violence and three buses of riot police from all over the state with rubber bullets and bully sticks parked in front of one our school’s famous landmarks. I staggered over to a couple of friends who were watching on the sidelines. They gave me water and an apple and held a bag of ice on my very pepper spray irritated face. As they were walking me back to my dorm we ran into one of their roommates. She had taken cancelled classes as an opportunity to get crumbl cookie with her friends. Standing in front of her, happy in a floral blouse with her box of cookies, in my pepper spray and water soaked tshirt, keffiyeh sadly hanging off my shoulder, holding an ice pack to my mouth, felt like a slap in the face.

After putting my pepper spray soaked clothes, shoes, and keffiyeh in a plastic bag and taking an extraordinarily painful shower, a friend and I went for dinner just off campus. There we had a pot of green tea and ramen to soothe pepper sprayed throats. We got ice cream after (shared a cup with chocolate and raspberry pomegranate with strawberry pieces on top, it was very good). From our spot outside the ice cream place we watched a steady stream of groups of sorority girls in matching jeans shorts and blue bikini tops walking back to their apartments after some apparently raucous parties. The cognitive dissonance was insane. I really felt a little like I was going crazy.

Even this morning, waking up to the smeared sharpie of the National Lawyer’s Guild’s phone number on my arm, a black and blue chest from where a grown man straight up clocked me while I was held up by two other protesters in a wall, and a still sore throat and eyes from the pepper spray, life goes on like normal. I still have final papers to write and a math exam to review for.

I’m not sure I really have a point. But, this feeling only makes me want to fight harder for a free Palestine. So, fuck Israel for being an apartheid state and all of their crimes over the last 76 years. Fuck university administration for not disclosing their level of investment in Israel. Fuck university administration for not divesting from this genocide. Fuck Joe Biden for actively supporting this genocide. And fuck the police.

Isa: Don’t worry, you have to treat an electronic like you treat a patient on life support.

*unplugs the TV, then plugs it back in again. nothing changes*

Isa: Yeah, that didn’t work with Jake either.