Echoes of Survival: 380 Days of War in Gaza

A Mother's Cry in the Shadow of Destruction as the World Watches in Silence.

For more than 380 days, the people in Gaza have lived under the relentless hum of drones, the crack of gunfire, and the deafening roar of bombings. Streets once filled with laughter now echo the silence of death and destruction.

Hayam, who a year ago spoke a year ago with courage in an interview, said it best:

In the shadows of Jabalya, where hope was once woven into the fabric of life, the skies have turned into a symphony of terror. Now in the north of Gaza, Jihan Batah, a 49-year-old mother, sits in what remains of her home just 100 meters far from Kamal Adwan Hospital. She remembers the moment the hospital was hit — body parts flying, screams of anguish piercing the air. She’s too tired to cry anymore, yet her voice breaks as she whispers,

And still, they stay. Not out of choice but necessity. Where can they go? Past Israeli snipers, past tanks? Jihan knows the family who tried. They were all killed. Her daughter left early, but even the makeshift tents offer no shelter from the blistering sun or the biting cold of winter. Disease festers in the overcrowded shelters. Sewage spills into the streets. There is no sanctuary, only death waiting at every corner.

In Beit Lahya, where homes crumble into dust, a mass casualty event claimed 87 lives. Thousands more lie beneath the rubble, unseen, unheard.

The world sees this. It has been watching for 380 days. But nothing is stopping this.