Let the recent events in Gaza stand as a reminder that even after seventy-six years, the Palestinian people are still here. We share our stories like the olive tree holding firm to its roots. We remember our villages’ names long after they are wiped clean from your maps. Our joy, sadness, and fury paint an image that cannot be erased. This is what it means to be Palestinian; we are here, we tell our stories, and as long as that is true, there is hope.