Randa

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers:

A mother who escaped a war beyond words, carrying her infant daughter in her arms while carrying an entire city of pain in her heart.

She ran from the sound of bombs, holding her baby tightly as if her embrace was the last safe place left in this world.

No home remained, no photographs, no simple memories she once thought were ordinary.

Even sleep became fear, and even milk became a distant wish.

Her baby does not understand what war means, yet she cries whenever the ground shakes, whenever she sees tears in her mother’s eyes.

And Randa does not cry because she is weak…

She cries because she is exhausted from pretending to be strong for the only soul she has left.

She left G,aza with her body, but her soul is still there…

Among the ruins, the memories, and the loved ones who disappeared without goodbye.

Every night, she looks at her little girl and whispers: