After this tweet, I have decided to stop posting permanently and bid farewell to everyone I had the honor of knowing here. Writing has always been, and still is, my only escape from everything I feel. Amid this genocide, I decided to share what I wrote and expose the crimes of an occupation that can only be described as more horrific than any horror one could imagine—or fail to imagine. Like any fool, I believed that my voice could make a difference. At first, I was eager, sharing everything my hands could write. But I do not know what you need to see or read to finally rise against all that is happening—not for our sake, but for your conscience, for your faith, so that you do not struggle with your conscience when you go to sleep, so that your free thoughts do not contradict your actions. But it seems I am just another number, like the countless martyrs who have ascended to the sky. You will grow used to my absence, just as you have with the others. Perhaps I will be martyred, and you will never even know. I do not want to ask you to remember me—because that will not help me then. I will be in the hands of Allah, the Just, under whom no one is wronged. I will not forgive.