A woman sits amid the ruins of her destroyed home in Khan Younis, holding what remains of her kitchen utensils — the few things she managed to rescue from beneath the rubble. All that’s left to her are fragments salvaged from the ashes of a house that once brimmed with life. In her weary hands lies the story of an entire people — resisting devastation with patience, and loss with memory.

A heavy night passed over Gaza. Dozens of Israeli airstrikes tore through the calm of the south, killing no fewer than fifty Palestinians, according to the Civil Defense Agency.

Death is no stranger to the besieged Strip, yet this time it came harsher — sudden and merciless — to families who thought the declared ceasefire might grant them one night of safety.

An open wound before the world

While fire engulfed homes, distant voices spoke of a “ceasefire agreement.” U.S. President Donald Trump declared that “nothing” would threaten the truce, even as thick smoke rose from shattered houses — a silent witness that words cannot stop shells, and truth is always written in the color of blood.

Gaza today is not just a headline in the news; it is an open wound before the world, a faint voice pleading for life. Between every fallen stone and every tear yet to dry, there remains someone who still believes that tomorrow will bring light — no matter how deep the darkness becomes.