People forgot about us, maybe because they think the war is over… But the suffering is still the same — maybe even worse 💔 Winter is upon us, and we have no tent to shelter us, no clothes to keep us warm. Everything we own is torn and can’t protect us from the cold nights 🥶

To whom it may concern… We are being killed and slaughtered at this very moment by the most despicable creatures on earth. The innocent are being wiped out right now, O Muslims...

Imagine yourself in a flooded tent—no place to sit comfortably, no strength to stand. Your day is scattered, you can’t grasp what has passed or what is coming. War surrounds you, loss haunts you, poverty wears you down, and heartbreak weighs on your soul. Imagine carrying all of

What are homelands without our souls? And what are we without all of that? And what is war? How does it look to you from the outside? As for us inside, it is a war whose hand has stretched through time and place. It taught us how the smell of blood mixed with gunpowder becomes

The time is now 12:30 AM, and I am grieving: Half of my body lies still, cold, and pale… While the other half rages, boiling with anger and oppression. The grieving side embraces the grieving side, weeps for it, mourns it, and consoles it...

Our walk, A dead walk, Our steps, The steps of funerals, And if the martyr is not on our shoulders, He is within us, He is us, We are martyrs to be, We are the only ones chained.

The atmosphere of war has not left Gaza — bombing, destruction, explosions, and constant gunfire continue in the eastern areas of the Strip

We have traveled many miles, fleeing from fear and from death. We ran until the earth burned and dreams melted away. And when the war ended, we stood there — lost🖤.

We are the strangers who survived the storm, trying to recognize the shape of our wings. 🕊️

ها قد حلَّت ذكراك الثانية، ذكرى تعانق أرواحنا قبل قلوبنا، وتوقظ فينا وجع الفقد من جديد. رحمك الله يا حبيبي، وجعل مثواك الفردوس الأعلى، وجمعنا بك في دارٍ لا فراق فيها 💔.

And we still in Gaza bid farewell to our sons, one after another, as if the earth preserves their names to bear witness one day that we did not falter in our pledge. Despite the enemy’s attempts to breach the truce and resume shelling our areas, we move forward with

We are trying to live

Oh God, how sad a person feels about this life.

Two years ago, we were just a simple family dreaming of life… Today, I’ve lost my brothers to the war, our home is nothing but dust, and hunger is consuming what’s left of us. Reach out to us before the last hope fades 🤍🇵🇸 https://t.co/hj6JgpWVzk

As long as Netanyahu’s government exists… There will be no reconstruction of Gaza, no shelters for the displaced. No equipment will enter, and the rubble will remain. No schools, no electricity, no universities, no hospitals. Tents and a primitive way of life will be the reality

Many people think that with the end of the war, everything has returned to normal… The truth, unfortunately, is different. After the war, the situation became worse, suffering increased rather than decreased, and our lives are still full of loss, grief, and unmet needs. The war

We’re still holding on to life, despite all the suffering… Hope is all we have left, and we cling to it with every breath. With your help, we’ll find a place that shelters us from the cold —

They said it’s peace now.” But peace doesn’t sound like this. It doesn’t sound like a heart that skips every time a door slams, or like the silence that crawls into your head at night. They rebuilt the streets, but who will rebuild the people? Who will fix the eyes that saw too

The war may be over, but our suffering hasn’t ended… I lost my two older brothers — they were my whole world. My third brother is injured in his leg and hasn’t been able to walk for months. My father is sick and can hardly move, and our home — the place that once held us