what kind of eid can it be? when the massacres in gaza continued throughout ramadan? when people were breaking their fasts with boiled grass? this is a surreal time. any joy one might feel is complicated, accompanied by a horrible sense of guilt. guilt for being ineffective, for being complicit, for being american. so many beautiful people in gaza. so many friends and their families. u are in my heart, palestine. u will be free some day soon. we will celebrate together then. inshallah.