In the tents, rain means cold, mud, and leaks.
Drops turn into streams inside, and the cold reaches children first.
Yet despite it all, the people of Gaza turn pain into strength,
and a fragile tent into a place where hope survives. ❤️🩹
In the tents, rain means cold, mud, and leaks.
Drops turn into streams inside, and the cold reaches children first.
Yet despite it all, the people of Gaza turn pain into strength,
and a fragile tent into a place where hope survives. ❤️🩹
I search for a sip of clean water for myself and my family. We stand in long lines, and sometimes we return without even a drop to meet our needs.
May God ease our hardship and be with us through this thirst and distress. 💔
#Gaza
I search for a sip of clean water for myself and my family. We stand in long lines, and sometimes we return without even a drop to meet our needs.
May God ease our hardship and be with us through this thirst and distress. 💔
#Gaza
It opens its eyes to a city that hasn’t slept, and to faces exhausted by a long, unending night.
It opens its eyes to a city that hasn’t slept, and to faces exhausted by a long, unending night.