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Rain terrifies my children – it sounds like gunshots. The noise startles them awake whenever rain lands on our tent. “Don’t be afraid,” I reassure them. “This is the sound of God’s mercy. This is the rain.” They go back to sleep, their fear fading, but as for me? Sleep flees from my eyes. What if the tent collapses on top of us? If the weight of the water destroys what little we have left? In the past, we would rejoice when the skies opened. We would welcome the rain. Children would run outside, playing like it was a holiday. But now, when clouds gather, our hearts fill with dread, and our chests tighten with anxiety. How could it be otherwise? Our tattered tents, already torn by summer heat, are at risk of flooding. Imagine the pain and helplessness we feel. O Allah, have mercy on the young and the old! Relieve the suffering of Gaza! Protect us from the horrors of war before the harsh winter strikes with biting cold and relentless winds! You, O Lord, are more merciful to us than we are to ourselves! You are more aware of our plight!

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