"The dream collapsed…"
Every morning, I used to plant hope between the walls of my poultry farm. Feeding the birds felt like feeding my dream with life. That farm was more than just a source of income — it was years of hard work, sleepless nights, and my mother's prayers.
But the war on Gaza didn’t spare anything — not people, not homes, not dreams. My farm was destroyed before my eyes, like watching an entire lifetime crumble in a second.
All that’s left is rubble… and my heart.
But still, we rise. Because dreams may fall, but willpower never fades.
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