Imagine a world where turning on a light could cost you your life. This isn’t a scene from a dystopian movie—it’s the daily reality for my family in Gaza.
Just now, I was on the phone with my mom and the rest of the family there. As we talked, one of the kids switched on a flashlight. It was late, and everything around them was pitch black. My mom reacted instantly, her voice tense: “Turn it off. We stay in the dark, because any light can bring complete—and eternal—darkness.”
She wasn’t exaggerating. She meant it literally. Even the smallest light can attract a drone—and she could hear one overhead as we spoke.
This is what life is like in Gaza. The children aren’t being raised to hate. They’re being raised to be afraid. Afraid of being seen. Afraid of being heard. Not because of anything they or their families did, but because of the constant fear and violence brought by the Israeli military. This fear is shaping their lives. It’s leaving deep, invisible wounds that will take years—if not generations—to heal.
And the hardest part? No one in the world has been able to shine a light bright enough to protect them. The people of Gaza are left with nothing but their faith—and the decisions of a right-wing Israeli government that has brought destruction and despair, not just to Gaza, but far beyond it.
This isn’t what survival should look like. This is what it means to live in fear, where even a small flashlight can bring disaster. The world needs to know this. And the world needs to care.
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