When Winter Turns into a Battle for Survival in Gaza

ملاحظة: النص المسموع ناتج عن نظام آلي
Gaza Endures Cold and Hunger Amid Harsh Hopes Winds Tear Through Tents as Rain Pounds the People of Gaza
In the heart of the freezing cold, a Palestinian woman walks with heavy steps, carrying pieces of wood in her arms—not in search of comforting warmth, but for a small fire that will keep her children alive. In the Nuseirat refugee camp, winter bears no resemblance to its familiar seasons; here, it becomes a harsh test of endurance, where cold blends with hunger, firewood becomes more precious than bread, and warmth turns into a postponed dream.
The wind pierces the tattered tents just as loss pierces hearts, and the rain does not knock on doors—it forces its way in without permission. There are no walls for protection, no windows to close, only shivering bodies and small eyes clinging to their mothers in fear of a night longer than their years. In this place, time is not measured in hours, but in the number of nights that pass without enough food or a blanket to keep the cold away.
Hunger here is not a fleeting feeling, but a constant companion sitting beside children as they fall asleep to the sound of their empty stomachs. Many mothers pretend to be full so they can leave what little food remains for their children, lying to themselves that tomorrow will be better, even though yesterday and today have left no room for hope.
As for loss, it is an open wound that never heals: the loss of a home, the loss of a loved one, the loss of a sense of safety. Every tent tells a story of absence, and every gaze carries the name of someone no longer present. Here, memories are not a luxury, but a renewed pain, because the past was kinder than the present.
Amid all of this, people still cling to life with their fingernails—not because they do not know despair, but because they cannot afford the luxury of surrender. A small fire lit from damp wood, a whispered prayer in the darkness, and a tear quickly wiped away so children will not see it. In Gaza, suffering is not a passing headline, but a complete life lived under cold, hunger, and deprivation, day after day.
