Palestina - Israël

In the next two days, your phone screens will be filled with images of an entire city drowning in rain.
But what you won’t see is the sound of crying inside torn tents, or the moans of children shivering from the cold without clothes, without blankets, not even a single wall to shield them from the wind and rain.

For the first time in my life, I fear the rain…
Rain was always a symbol of life, but here, it has become a warning of death.
How can we survive when we live in ripped tents on the rubble of our homes? How do we protect our children when the cold is sinking into their bones?

No electricity, no heating, no fuel, no clothes…
Even the simplest means of survival are gone. We await disaster, counting the hours in fear, covering our children with only our hearts.

Winter is coming to finish what the war did not…
Save us not just from the rain, but from dying in silence while the world looks away.
Save what’s left of us… before we melt into the mud, the cold, and oblivion.



Mike
 

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