I heard some birds, chirping outside the windows, amidst the thunderstorm rumbling gently at the break of dawn.

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	Forwarded this email? Subscribe here for more World after Gaza the pandalien May 4   READ IN APP   Welcome to intj wanderer! the pandalien recently moved you from another platform to intj wanderer, hosted on Substack. New posts will be automatically delivered to you via email or via the Substack app. To set up your profile and find more to read, click here. If you do not want to receive emails from intj wanderer, you can unsubscribe here. I heard some birds, chirping outside the windows, amidst the thunderstorm rumbling gently at the break of dawn. Taking a deep breath, my mind shifted. The tranquility is strange. The stench of shame, the indignity, the humiliation, it ate us up inside, day by day, body by body. Laughter sounds distant and cruel, simple joys in life feels like a selfish escape. Sweet smile of a child brings you the reminder of the hollowed out skull, limbless tiny bodies. Every single aspect of life reminds you of the cruelty of abandonment and hopelessness. Certain words carve into you a deep disgust: justice, civilization, human rights. Everything is a bad joke. Everything is a lie. You make a promise to bear witness. You know judgement day will bring justice, but you also rage at this pathetic existence. The earth is bearing its last days, the prophecies are being fulfilled, at the ignorance of the majority. The price of seeing the truth is apparently with a lot of blood, blood that is not your own. But with each soul taken unjustly, even far away, a part of you dies. By the end, you are just a hollowed shell, staring at this forsaken world with detachment. By now, it’s clear nothing will move this world to action. And by now, I’m content knowing what I know and what I saw. I saw hypocrites unmasked, I saw “good” people turned away. I saw real humanity. I saw bravery. I saw death. I saw miracles. I saw signs. 2 million souls may perish, but they are the winners. What is left of this pathetic world is just endless nightmares, until the end of days. I understand now, why hell must be so horrifying, and why heaven is so generous. Alhamdulillah. Thanks for reading intj wanderer! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Pledge your support intj wanderer is free today. But if you enjoyed this post, you can tell intj wanderer that their writing is valuable by pledging a future subscription. You won't be charged unless they enable payments. Pledge your support   Like Comment Restack   © 2025 the pandalien 548 Market Street PMB 72296, San Francisco, CA 94104 Unsubscribe