If I must die, you must live to tell my story, to sell my things, to buy a piece of cloth and some string (make it white with a long tail). So that a child, somewhere in Gaza, while looking heaven in the eye, awaiting his dad who left in a blaze—and bid no farewell, not even to his flesh, not even to himself—sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above and thinks for a moment an angel is there, bringing back love. If I must die, let it bring hope, let it be a tale.” By Refaat Alareer.


Rei now had one wish, a simple yet dire wish… To LIVE! With a promise to be kind, to bring love and hope, to tell this beautiful tale. To truly live meant to be unapologetically her most authentic self. Rei knew now that she was only a mask she had put on to survive. Her real self… well, let me introduce her.