These were moments mixed with joy and sorrow. Joy that this waterfall of blood will stop; that the massacres will stop; that the sentence, ‘this family has been completely erased’ will stop; that the phrase ‘he is the sole survivor’ will stop; that the words ‘the martyrs’ bodies are in the streets and no one is able to remove them,’ will stop; that all of this suffering will become a memory.

Let me just tell you one thing: I still walk with a huge pang in my heart that Gaza has become the main haven while we always yearned to free our occupied hometowns. I will fight with my words now and forever to capture this moment. If it's not for me, it's for the coming generations. Our 77-year plight that has stalked every meter of Gaza will reflect eternal peace and freedom one day.

We are tired, but we are not broken.

I lost my parents, relatives, friends, and colleagues, but we are not broken.
We lost everything we had, but we were not broken.
I've been threatened dozens of times, and we haven't broken.
We have been displaced fifty times, and we have not broken.
We suffered endlessly, but we did not break.
We were bombed more than once, but we did not break.
We lived in tents, and we did not break.
We were besieged from near and far, but we did not break.
We ate barley and corn, and we did not break.
We died of hunger and thirst, but we did not break.

As I write now, I do not know where my family of more than fifty will live after the truce, but I know that we will not be broken.
Because God is with us.
He is the best Master and the best Supporter.

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