Mahmoud Ramadan

This place held my smallest details: laughter, family gatherings, and corners I knew better than I knew the streets.

Today, nothing remains but dust and broken stones, yet somehow, the memories are still standing with me, as clear as if they were never destroyed.

I’m not standing on the ruins of a house alone…

I’m standing on a whole lifetime, on a place that once sheltered me, and has now become a witness to everything.

And despite the pain, I still believe that a person is never defeated as long as they remain standing.

What stood out to me was that both the driver and another passenger were wearing the Palestinian koffiyah. It wasn’t a special occasion or a national event just an ordinary day.

The koffiyah, a symbol of the Palestinian people, wasn’t worn as a statement or a slogan, but as a natural part of daily life. In that quiet moment, it connected strangers without words, reminding me that identity doesn’t need an occasion to exist.

Perhaps that’s why the photo stayed with me not because it showed something extraordinary, but because it captured how a symbol can live among us simply and honestly.

Here, lightning is not just a natural phenomenon, but a brief moment of light in a long night a reminder that even the darkest skies are capable of flashing with light. In Gaza, every scene carries a deeper meaning, and every flash leaves its mark on the heart before the eyes.

In Gaza, grief is not given enough time, as life forces you to keep going despite the brokenness. We write not to seek sympathy, but because what we live through must be told. I am from Gaza, and this pain is part of my story, but it will not be its end.

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I live in a place whose stories are not told the way they should be, and whose voice is rarely heard.

I have real stories to share… stories of fear, resilience, silent loss, and hope we struggle to hold onto despite everything.

The situation here is extremely difficult far more than what can be captured in a headline or a single image.

If you believe that stories bring people closer,

that listening can be a form of solidarity,

add me and make space for these stories to be told.

I may not change the world,

but I believe that sharing the truth is a first step.

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