Scattered tents have turned into makeshift homes, but they carry nothing of what a home truly means. There is no warmth within them, nor real shelter to protect childhood from the cruelty of the days.

Shattered Childhood Dreams

Hunger shares their daily lives, ravaging their small bodies and etching frailty into their fragile faces. Childhood dreams collapse before a missing loaf of bread, as the long hours of the day pass like a harsh test of endurance. They stand in endless lines for a mere crust, while their sunken eyes carry pain far greater than their years.

And when night falls, they find only the haunting silence of the tents, filled with the anxieties of an uncertain tomorrow. Some drift to sleep on empty stomachs, while others are robbed of rest, trapped in thoughts of toys never bought, schools never opened, and notebooks never filled with words.

Fragments in a Fragile Memory

Beneath the rubble of shattered life, simple dreams once filling their little hearts have vanished: a swing, a playground, the safe embrace of a school. Yet bombardment, hunger, and displacement have reduced those dreams to mere fragments, clinging to a fragile memory that knows only waiting.

With every new dawn, Gaza’s children stand between the ashes of dreams and the yearning for life, searching for the smallest window to survival. Their faces narrate a long tale of oppression, but their eyes still glimmer with a quiet hope—hope that one day will bring bread, warmth, and peace, restoring childhood to where it belongs.