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Two photographs nearly identical, as if captured on the same day.
One in black and white, the other in color. Yet between them stretches seventy-seven years.
The first taken after the Nakba of 1948.
The second after the Nakba of 2023.
Two moments divided by time yet bound by the same wound, the same sky, the same unyielding hope.
A people exiled twice, grieving twice, still carrying within them the unwavering belief that survival begins with knowledge.
Even when homes vanish and cities are reduced to dust, the mind endures as a nation that cannot be occupied.
So they learn under tents, under fire, beneath the relentless shadow of history, because they know that survival begins with the word, with the book, with the child who insists on imagining a world that refuses to kill its own future.