A land soaked in blood, dreams reflected in innocent eyes, and hopes hidden deep within hearts. Gaza is not just a city — it is the cry of the oppressed that refuses to be silenced, even in the face of a deaf world. The children searching through rubble instead of playing with toys, the mothers praying for the safety of their loved ones, the elders weary long before their time — we see you, we feel you, and we stand with you. The night of oppression may be long, but dawn will surely come.