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You are afraid to go out, because a simple trip could turn into a target.

You are afraid to send your child to school or kindergarten, because they could be targeted on the way there or back.

You are afraid to walk beside bombed buildings, because debris or rubble could fall on you.

You are afraid to oversleep and miss your turn to get water or your chance to receive food from a community kitchen.

You are afraid to sleep through the night, worrying that a snake, a rat, or a stray animal might attack your children.

You are afraid whenever you hear the word “evacuation,” or when you hear about a place threatened with bombing.

You are afraid that anything could happen and the crossing could close, while merchants take advantage of your health and raise prices.

In Gaza, we have become afraid of everything, because we have no one standing behind us, no power to protect us, and no force to prevent the dangers surrounding us.

You are afraid to go out, because a simple trip could turn into a target.

You are afraid to send your child to school or kindergarten, because they could be targeted on the way there or back.

You are afraid to walk beside bombed buildings, because debris or rubble could fall on you.

You are afraid to oversleep and miss your turn to get water or your chance to receive food from a community kitchen.

You are afraid to sleep through the night, worrying that a snake, a rat, or a stray animal might attack your children.

You are afraid whenever you hear the word “evacuation,” or when you hear about a place threatened with bombing.

You are afraid that anything could happen and the crossing could close, while merchants take advantage of your health and raise prices.

In Gaza, we have become afraid of everything, because we have no one standing behind us, no power to protect us, and no force to prevent the dangers surrounding us.

You are afraid to go out, because a simple trip could turn into a target.

You are afraid to send your child to school or kindergarten, because they could be targeted on the way there or back.

You are afraid to walk beside bombed buildings, because debris or rubble could fall on you.

You are afraid to oversleep and miss your turn to get water or your chance to receive food from a community kitchen.

You are afraid to sleep through the night, worrying that a snake, a rat, or a stray animal might attack your children.

You are afraid whenever you hear the word “evacuation,” or when you hear about a place threatened with bombing.

You are afraid that anything could happen and the crossing could close, while merchants take advantage of your health and raise prices.

In Gaza, we have become afraid of everything, because we have no one standing behind us, no power to protect us, and no force to prevent the dangers surrounding us.

The more I thought about it, the more true it felt. When you live in a place where job opportunities are scarce, and restrictions limit construction, businesses, and education, building a new life becomes a challenge that requires far more than hard work alone.

The problem is not always the person sometimes it is the circumstances surrounding them.

The more I thought about it, the more true it felt. When you live in a place where job opportunities are scarce, and restrictions limit construction, businesses, and education, building a new life becomes a challenge that requires far more than hard work alone.

The problem is not always the person sometimes it is the circumstances surrounding them.

The more I thought about it, the more true it felt. When you live in a place where job opportunities are scarce, and restrictions limit construction, businesses, and education, building a new life becomes a challenge that requires far more than hard work alone.

The problem is not always the person sometimes it is the circumstances surrounding them.

I try to encourage my children to study, but I stop at a painful question: What can I reward them with?

Yusuf, my youngest child, was born during the war and will soon turn three. Three years of his life have passed without knowing what play should feel like for a child, without choosing a toy from a store, and without experiencing the joy of a small gift from his parents.

Even toy stores are no longer the same. Their shelves are nearly empty, and what remains has become rare, like items displayed for viewing, with prices beyond what most families can afford.

And there is nowhere else to make up for it... No amusement parks, no playgrounds, and not even a zoo where we can take them to experience a moment of happiness.

Why are children’s toys being prevented from entering?

What danger could a doll or a ball possibly represent, other than giving a child a small piece of the childhood that was taken away from them?

I try to encourage my children to study, but I stop at a painful question: What can I reward them with?

Yusuf, my youngest child, was born during the war and will soon turn three. Three years of his life have passed without knowing what play should feel like for a child, without choosing a toy from a store, and without experiencing the joy of a small gift from his parents.

Even toy stores are no longer the same. Their shelves are nearly empty, and what remains has become rare, like items displayed for viewing, with prices beyond what most families can afford.

And there is nowhere else to make up for it... No amusement parks, no playgrounds, and not even a zoo where we can take them to experience a moment of happiness.

Why are children’s toys being prevented from entering?

What danger could a doll or a ball possibly represent, other than giving a child a small piece of the childhood that was taken away from them?

I have pinned this post so it can reach as many people as possible. Let’s show the world the simple things that are a natural part of every child’s childhood, and the rights every child deserves: the right to play, to feel joy, and to create beautiful memories. ❤️

I try to encourage my children to study, but I stop at a painful question: What can I reward them with?

Yusuf, my youngest child, was born during the war and will soon turn three. Three years of his life have passed without knowing what play should feel like for a child, without choosing a toy from a store, and without experiencing the joy of a small gift from his parents.

Even toy stores are no longer the same. Their shelves are nearly empty, and what remains has become rare, like items displayed for viewing, with prices beyond what most families can afford.

And there is nowhere else to make up for it... No amusement parks, no playgrounds, and not even a zoo where we can take them to experience a moment of happiness.

Why are children’s toys being prevented from entering?

What danger could a doll or a ball possibly represent, other than giving a child a small piece of the childhood that was taken away from them?

I have pinned this post so it can reach as many people as possible. Let’s show the world the simple things that are a natural part of every child’s childhood, and the rights every child deserves: the right to play, to feel joy, and to create beautiful memories. ❤️

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I try to encourage my children to study, but I stop at a painful question: What can I reward them with?

Yusuf, my youngest child, was born during the war and will soon turn three. Three years of his life have passed without knowing what play should feel like for a child, without choosing a toy from a store, and without experiencing the joy of a small gift from his parents.

Even toy stores are no longer the same. Their shelves are nearly empty, and what remains has become rare, like items displayed for viewing, with prices beyond what most families can afford.

And there is nowhere else to make up for it... No amusement parks, no playgrounds, and not even a zoo where we can take them to experience a moment of happiness.

Why are children’s toys being prevented from entering?

What danger could a doll or a ball possibly represent, other than giving a child a small piece of the childhood that was taken away from them?

We walked for about an hour and a half because there was no transportation available.

Along the entire way, rows of displaced families' tents stretched endlessly on both sides of the road. Entire families were living beneath thin sheets of fabric under the blazing summer sun.

The streets were flooded with sewage, and the smell was overwhelming, as if reminding us that this is not the life any human being deserves.

When we finally reached the sea, it was crowded. Not because people had come to relax, but because it has become the last place where an entire people can breathe after losing their homes, their parks, their streets, and every place that once made life feel normal.

On the way back, I had only one wish.

I wished someone would suddenly appear, smile, and say, "Cut... it was all just a hidden camera prank."

I wished I could open my eyes and find that the tents were gone, our homes had returned, children were back in their schools, and this endless suffering was finally over.

But reality was far more painful.

We walked home the same way we came through rows of tents, past the stench of sewage, carrying the weight of a homeland still waiting to come back to life.

We walked for about an hour and a half because there was no transportation available.

Along the entire way, rows of displaced families' tents stretched endlessly on both sides of the road. Entire families were living beneath thin sheets of fabric under the blazing summer sun.

The streets were flooded with sewage, and the smell was overwhelming, as if reminding us that this is not the life any human being deserves.

When we finally reached the sea, it was crowded. Not because people had come to relax, but because it has become the last place where an entire people can breathe after losing their homes, their parks, their streets, and every place that once made life feel normal.

On the way back, I had only one wish.

I wished someone would suddenly appear, smile, and say, "Cut... it was all just a hidden camera prank."

I wished I could open my eyes and find that the tents were gone, our homes had returned, children were back in their schools, and this endless suffering was finally over.

But reality was far more painful.

We walked home the same way we came through rows of tents, past the stench of sewage, carrying the weight of a homeland still waiting to come back to life.

We walked for about an hour and a half because there was no transportation available.

Along the entire way, rows of displaced families' tents stretched endlessly on both sides of the road. Entire families were living beneath thin sheets of fabric under the blazing summer sun.

The streets were flooded with sewage, and the smell was overwhelming, as if reminding us that this is not the life any human being deserves.

When we finally reached the sea, it was crowded. Not because people had come to relax, but because it has become the last place where an entire people can breathe after losing their homes, their parks, their streets, and every place that once made life feel normal.

On the way back, I had only one wish.

I wished someone would suddenly appear, smile, and say, "Cut... it was all just a hidden camera prank."

I wished I could open my eyes and find that the tents were gone, our homes had returned, children were back in their schools, and this endless suffering was finally over.

But reality was far more painful.

We walked home the same way we came through rows of tents, past the stench of sewage, carrying the weight of a homeland still waiting to come back to life.