ChezitTheRat

But my pain is different… because I lost my mother and my sister in a single moment, in a single house — between walls that once echoed with laughter and warmth. There is no pain like searching through rubble for a voice you used to hear every morning. There is no heartbreak like reaching for a hand that once held yours, only to find emptiness. Today, the war may seem to be ending, but its scars remain. The occupation still strikes from time to time, and we are still trying to gather the pieces of our lives — to rebuild the house that became a memory, to take one more step toward normal life, to continue the path we started. I want to return to my studies… to lift my mother’s memory from the ruins and tell her, “I made it, Mom, just like I promised.” I want to plant a flower where our house once stood — a symbol that life is stronger than war, that we, the people of Gaza, never give up no matter how many times we are hit. We are not asking for pity. We are asking for a chance — a chance to live, to rebuild, to open the books that were closed under the ashes. Help us come back… help us continue what our mothers began before they left. Help us plant hope again in this land that thirsts for life. 🇵🇸❤️