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Intimate father-daughter connection across digital divide with medical/cultural elements during war in Gaza..

Rita Lyrics

"I'm singing this for my daughter Rita,
named after a Palestinian poem.
She's been safe with her mother for a year and a half now,
while I stayed behind in Gaza as a surgeon.
This is what I want her to understand
about love and sacrifice."


Jasmine shampoo lingers
in prayer bead memories
Her small head against my chest
before borders became walls

The screen cracks down the middle
when she laughs at toys, not me
A fractured mirror—
half father, half ghost

Rita, Rita
Born from a poet's verse
I hummed melodies against her skin
felt you kick to rhythms
older than wars

"I feel like I forgot you a little bit"

Truth needs no permission
You've forgotten my arms' weight
beard's scratch
how I stole breakfast bites

But then—a seven-year-old
your age, face burned
eyes still bright
As I rebuilt what shrapnel stole
I heard your giggle
in her breathing

Rita lives in every child I save

The call that changed everything:
"Papa, I'm learning Arabic
for that poem I'm named after
I carry you in my pocket
When kids ask where my father is
I say: He's fixing the world
They say 'Wow'"

Rita, Rita
I see a daughter who learned
to carry heritage like medicine
You need me here
so you can be proud

Jasmine returns—
not memory, but tomorrow
when you run toward me
six inches taller
Arabic phrases saved like gifts

Rita, Rita
Writing your own story now

Rita

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Years to each and everyone of you from all of us. We hope you had a great year and pray that 2016 will bring you many blessings. Be kind, be respectful and stay humble. Komol, God Bless im jeramon elap na kwom woj kajojo.

MOK IN RON

EJ’s mommy

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