Today I passed by what remains of my home… the rubble that was once filled with life, warmth, and laughter.
Every time I walk past it, I return carrying heavy pain in my heart, but this time was different…
Among the broken stones and dust, I found photos of my late husband 💔
It felt as if I was losing him all over again, as if it were the very first day of our loss.
My daughter and I came back in tears, trying to gather what was left of our memories, but even our memories are shattered like the ruins around us.
People tell me, “Be patient”… but does anyone truly know how grief slowly destroys the body?
Can anyone really feel the pain of a mother who lost her home, her safety, her life partner, and every beautiful detail of her life?
How much longer will we remain displaced?
No home to shelter us, no safety to calm our children’s hearts, and even the photos of our loved ones were not spared by this war…
We have become people searching through the rubble for the remaining pieces of our souls. 💔🇵🇸
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