You understand at least that merely lifting my voice to tell you these things is an act of trust, of faith in your ability to understand
I really love the way she is expressing herself here,( actually not only here but all over the text) and also being able to give details about trauma.
I let out a sob then, breathless with anguish, standing on a hill in Tell Maarouf in a living room in Beirut.
this does not only shows how emotional she is but also how she feels after losing everything
When my family and I washed up in Canada, carried out on the great wave of migration away from the civil war in Beirut, I found that I could no longer unlock the trunk in which I carried the words to explain where I had come from, what I had lived.
This reminds me of OTHERING, when we discussed in class about how people are treating others based on "their origin". We should all accept our differences no matter what.
My body vibrating, whether to the shattering of an earth drill or to the tension of what I read, I have witnessed them march in the streets calling for change, bury loved ones, resuscitate strangers, defy soldiers and snipers, wait in breadlines, pack their whole lives into vans and cars, undergo daily humiliation at checkpoints on their way to and from work, to and from university, which they have refused to leave or discontinu
The way she wrote this part touched me so much! she is explaining in details, in a powerful way and making the reader feel emotional.