My Name Is Lina Abdel Aziz…
This Is My Testimony from Gaza 💔🕊️
My name is Lina Abdel Aziz. I am 31 years old.
Continue reading →A Massacre in an Instant
They say there is a ceasefire. They say the fighting has stopped.
For us, those words do not match reality. Perhaps some people choose to believe them to ease their conscience or to justify their silence. But here, death has never taken a break. Not during the day. Not at night. Not in the streets. Not inside tents. Not inside homes. Not even during funerals. Every day brings new massacres, new victims, and new grieving families. 🚨🥺
Continue reading →🍎 The Children Ran Toward the Fruit…
In one of Gaza's neighborhoods, a street vendor's cart lost its balance, and fruit spilled across the road. 🍎
But What Happened Next Left Me Speechless. 💔
Continue reading →A Mother's Last Goodbye...
A Child's Lifetime of Grief💔😭😭
She sat beside the body of her last surviving son, staring at his face as if she were waiting for him to open his eyes and whisper, "Don't cry, Mom." Before him, she had already buried her husband and another son. He was all she had left—the last heartbeat of a family that once filled their home with life. She used to say, "Thank God... I still have my son." She held on to him like a drowning soul clings to the last piece of wood. But even that fragile hope did not last. A bullet ended the last thread connecting her to life.💔❤️🩹
Continue reading →Growing up
💔 I don't know when I grew up. It feels as though the war stole my childhood before I ever had the chance to live it, leaving me with a heart that has learned to cry far too often.
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