My neighbor has spent the past three days sitting over the rubble of what was once his home, grieving the loss of his eldest son. He does nothing but weep, his tears soaking the ruins as he recalls memories of his boy. Every day, he sits in silence, overwhelmed by pain, unable to move on from the devastation around him. When night falls, he slowly returns to his tent, where emptiness and sorrow await him. His grief is a heartbreaking reminder of the human cost of this tragedy, and his tears speak of a love and loss that words cannot capture.

My neighbor has spent the past three days sitting over the rubble of what was once his home, grieving the loss of his eldest son. He does nothing but weep, his tears soaking the ruins as he recalls memories of his boy. Every day, he sits in silence, overwhelmed by pain, unable to move on from the devastation around him. When night falls, he slowly returns to his tent, where emptiness and sorrow await him. His grief is a heartbreaking reminder of the human cost of this tragedy, and his tears speak of a love and loss that words cannot capture.

ROLA

@1rrzs

Palestinian writer| speaker| humanitarian from Rafah in Gaza striving to help my people relieve their suffering.