In a Gaza stripped of safety, a Palestinian family rests on the pavement—too weary to search further, too frightened to sleep deeply. Their bodies bear the weight of endless displacement, and their silence speaks of terror that has no pause.
The father leans against a makeshift cart carrying the fragments of a life lost to airstrikes. His three children, barefoot and dust-covered, sit quietly beside him. “We’ve moved from place to place for days,” he says, his voice strained by exhaustion. “Each time we arrive, there’s no room. So we stay here.”
There is no shelter, only road. No future, only fear. One child looks up, eyes hollow, and murmurs, “We’re tired of searching. There’s just no place left.”
Nearly two million people in Gaza face this fate. Families who once had homes now seek corners of rubble to rest. Camps are overwhelmed, the streets offer no protection, and skies bring only dread. A second year of war has erased the very idea of safety.
What remains is this moment—a father’s quiet grief, a child’s fading hope, and the chilling normalcy of sleeping on concrete beneath a sky that does not forgive.
Source : Safa News
