Ayah Shiadah, a Palestinian-Mexican photographer, chronicles Los Angeles residents' unyielding call for ceasefire and the liberation of Palestine.
Since October 7, I’ve experienced an internal tug of war between despair and determination. My existence lies between the mundane demands of my life and the ongoing genocide of my people. I guilt myself into watching the gut-wrenching videos of shredded flesh, limbs, and corpses obliterated by powerful bombs. I have to watch because Palestinian citizens and journalists risk everything for us to see for ourselves the unfiltered, harrowing truth, and the endless atrocities funded by billions of American tax dollars.
Despite the bleakness, there’s a glimmer of hope: a collective awakening. Tens of thousands have taken to the streets all over the United States continuously for three months, rejecting this unchecked power abuse. This movement signifies the refusal to accept the status quo. It’s a testament to the resilience and determination of a people united for liberation.