As the gunshots moved closer, 5-year-old Shahid ran to her father, Ali, and hid behind his legs. She tugged at his pants.
“Daddy, let’s go. Let’s move from here,” she says trembling, tears streaking her cheeks. “Let’s move again before they get us. They will get us.”
I don’t know, I feel it brings something…a bit of good cheer and comic relief, which is always needed when discussing…checks notes… Ah yes, colonial settler violence, indigenous displacement, and ethnic cleansing.