I was evacuated to France, where I saw the reason why the world is allowing my people to be slaughtered.
By Nour Elassy
Poet and writer based in Gaza.
I write this from Paris, a city wrapped in blue and yellow. All around me, Ukrainian flags hang like moral badges pinned to French facades.
I arrived in this city just a few weeks ago as a survivor of the genocide in Gaza, leaving my country burning behind me. I had the privilege to be evacuated by the French government as a student admitted to a French university.







