Shame is the visceral – sometimes suffocating – sensation that tightens your chest and weighs heavy on your shoulders. It’s the hot flush that creeps up your neck, the prickling sensation of eyes on you, judging. It’s the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, the urge to shrink away, to hide from the world. Shame is a primal instinct, an instinct to retreat, to protect oneself from the gaze of scrutiny. For millions of Palestinians worldwide, forced to bear witness to the genocide of our people in Gaza, shame weighs heavily, a constant companion in the face of overwhelming helplessness. …