Destinies Written Beneath the Rubble
When Hope is Born from the Womb of Tragedy
In Gaza, life does not move according to the familiar laws of time and place ⏳🌍. Here, opposites in a way that stuns minds and bleeds hearts 💔. Calamities do not come singly; rather, they carry within their depths the seeds of delayed joys, and joys themselves can transform in the blink of an eye into sweeping tragedies 🌪️. It is a geographical patch where human destinies are forged from a strange blend of patience, loss, and miracle ✨.
Continue reading →When Childhood Was Buried Beneath a Tent 🕯️💔
If you ask me what war looks like, I will not show you a battlefield. I will show you a tent.
WARNING: Distressing images
Continue reading →Two and a half years
How Long Must We Endure?
Imagine a group of human beings being trapped in a confined place, unable to escape or return to a normal life, while violence is inflicted upon them day after day for two and a half years.
Continue reading →Two Empty Chairs…
A Memory of the Childhood We Lost
They Lied To You
They told you Gaza was fine. They lied. And those who chose to believe it allowed the truth to be buried beneath the rubble of silence.
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