I read Professor Alsalman's collection of rhymes, verses, art, memes, graphic novel and two short stories while on a flight from Phoenix to Minneapolis. He wrote the book mostly on planes. I'm traveling to Minneapolis specifically to meet with Indigenous computer scientists. Netanyahu has just ordered that all Palestinians evacuate the Gaza strip in 24 hours. I've been reaching out to Israeli and Palestinian loved ones, checking in, listening, trying to understand, and processing powerful emotions. Narcy's words are like the echoes of a secret spell or prophecy from the Middle East spinning across ancestral webs into his reality as a father, artist, musician and educator. Here are the confessions and sorrows of an Arab man, of a husband, a father, one who is displaced but spiritually sensate, narrating the emotions we need to make sense of this latest phase of massacre in a centuries-long war. As Narcy writes, its World War Free. The mediation of iPhones, 5G, and promises of a tech-cushy pain-free existence are anything but, distractions to which we risk sacrificing our spirits and political will. Surveillance is the troll in our lives, the one we pay to keep like a bad watchdog. Narcy's verses dance through these and other complicated emotions and experiences, providing the beat to what many of us are now watching in horror and shock reeling on our screens.