I never imagined that my mother’s last gift to me would become a memory pulled from under the rubble…
Before she passed away, my mother gave me her Palestinian dress. She asked me to protect it, to wear it after her. It wasn’t just a dress… it was our heritage, our identity, a symbol of who we are as Palestinians.
I was so happy. I used to imagine all the moments I would wear it… every special occasion, every memory I would create while carrying a piece of her with me.
But when our home was bombed, everything changed.
I found my mother’s dress buried under the ruins. Torn, damaged… just like our memories.
Nothing survived this war. Not our home, not our belongings, not even the memories we held onto so tightly.
Our lives have been taken over, just like our land.
I am trying to stay strong, but I need your support to keep going and protect what remains of my family.
Please stand with me 🤍
Any support can make a difference.
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