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I am writing this not only to tell you Gaza is suffering. I write to give a second life to those that have been martyred.

When the war forced our family to flee from Al-twam in northern Gaza to Khanyounis in the south, I carried him on my shoulders and walked over 13 kilometers, under bombing, fear, and thirst…”

“Suddenly, the Israeli soldiers opened heavy fire on us. People ran in every direction, but I couldn’t give up. I needed that flour.” … “I saw the final trailer coming. I pushed forward, fighting my way through the crowd…

She says, “We’ll bake bread tomorrow,” even when there is no flour. She says, “The windows are broken because we wanted more air,” even though that’s not why. She says, “The baby is sleeping,” even though the baby is gone.