A letter from David to Goliath

I write to you as David once wrote to the idea of Goliath— not as a warrior with an army behind him, but as a body already bruised, already counted among the dead, already dismissed as too small to matter. I am the one you have spent your life trying to erase. Occupied. Besieged. Starved. Broken into pieces small enough to be ignored by history’s clerks. I speak to you from Gaza, where the earth has learned the names of children by heart, And where hunger has become a language more fluent than diplomacy. You walk as Goliath walked. The ground seems to shift beneath your weight—not because you are righteous, but because power, when amassed without restraint, deforms the […]