I don’t know her name, but night after night, I have scrolled through the devastation in Gaza on my phone and she haunts me still. A girl with Down syndrome, biting her nails, sitting amidst Gaza’s ruins, looking around her with a gaze that breaks the claim of alphabets to form a meaning, a metaphor. In her eyes, loneliness, despair and helplessness are mixed with a strange fear. There was a lot more. I can’t string together a sentence to describe it. The text on that video said she had lost her parents in the Israeli airstrikes.