June 30th. The day that the bodies of three kidnapped Israeli teenagers were found in the West Bank. The day that created anger and shock in many, and mostly fear. Fear for what was about to come next. Palestinians had grown used to Israeli response and yet even as everyone waited, you could hear the silent hums of a people's breathing as they anticipated what would be another chapter in their story as an Occupied people. Despite that, there was no guessing the 51 day war that would come about as a result. Here we are in another month of Ramadan and I can't help but reflect at how different last year's Ramadan was. Being in America, I was not sleeping under a roof I was worried I may at some point find on top of me, and yet I felt suffocated with every image I saw. I fasted all day but had no appetite for the food at iftar time as every morning and night was spent watching an Arabic news channel that broadcasted the destruction. We made du'a during taraweeh prayer...