Mom is Waiting for Me…But I’m TrappedUnder the Debris
Mom Waits While I’m Stuck Beneath the Rubble Down here it’s quiet, except for my breath. Ahmed – that’s who I say I am when the dark feels too heavy. Maybe you’re awake late, phone light on your face, seeing these words. Trapped beneath broken walls in Gaza, just a kid with dust in his […]
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