First-hand accounts from genocide survivors

The City of Tents 🏕️💔

Layan Ayoub
13 August 2026

What does it mean to see the city where you were born and raised, then return to it and realize that it is no longer the city you knew?

There may be no complete answer to that question.

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A Gift for My Friends in Their Final Resting Place 🥀🕊️

Layan Ayoub
12 August 2026

I missed my friends today… with a longing that aches deep inside my heart. 💔

I kept wondering: What could I possibly give to the girls who had been beside me since childhood? What could I place in their hands, when their hands are gone forever? 😢

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The fruits we see

Layan Ayoub
10 August 2026

but cannot eat

Pomegranates, pears and lemons laid out on shelves

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Gaza... Where Life and Death Walk the Same Street 🕊️💔

Layan Ayoub
6 August 2026

There are places in the world where beginnings and endings remain distinct—where birth is separated from funerals, joy from grief, life from death.

But Gaza has long since transcended these boundaries.

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A Survivor’s Diary: The Day I Saw My Future Turn Into a Shelter 🕊️

Layan Ayoub
3 August 2026

Dear reader,

I want to tell you about a road I walked one day with my little brother on our way to the hospital.

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