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Hadi Samir
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Ayla's Father .. From Gaza🌟
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I came across this video of the occupied city of Beisan…
and I asked myself: how would you feel?
When your land is vast, open, full of life,
yet the occupier drives you out,
strips you of every right,
and leaves you to live either in exile
or in a small tent that resembles nothing of home!
and I asked myself: how would you feel?
When your land is vast, open, full of life,
yet the occupier drives you out,
strips you of every right,
and leaves you to live either in exile
or in a small tent that resembles nothing of home!
Patience isn’t about being strong every day.
Sometimes it’s just choosing to stay standing when everything around you is falling apart.
That, too, is a form of faith!
My university was in a remote area of AlMawasi, West South Gaza Strip!
Reaching it was never easy, long distances difficult roads endless sand!
Today, even that hardship feels like another life!
This was not an inhabited area!
And if we spoke of every struggle, we’d never finish
My story in short 🌹
The wind doesn’t ask where you’ll sleep tonight.
A tent isn’t a home when it can be taken by the sky!
Some live are still standing only by patience..
Rain used to mean joy, the sound, the smell, the warmth of home ☔
We waited for it like a celebration at the end of every year 🌧️
Now it only means cold, flooding, and long nights in tents 🥶
the same rain, but a completely different life!
We waited for it like a celebration at the end of every year 🌧️
Now it only means cold, flooding, and long nights in tents 🥶
the same rain, but a completely different life!
An enemy like a silent cancer entered our home, leaving us displaced, homeless, without shelter, without life…
and with memories no family should ever carry.
Some days, it feels like all that’s left is the bitterness of what we’ve lost!
and with memories no family should ever carry.
Some days, it feels like all that’s left is the bitterness of what we’ve lost!
This is my father and me, something I could only create with AI ⭐
He was born in Yaffa before the Nakba and was forced to Gaza.
I was born in Gaza and forced to leave.
All we’ve ever dreamed of is to return, to Yaffa, or even just to Gaza.
A life interrupted, but a hope that never dies.
