Author: Shahd Alnaami
Published on: 31/03/2025 | 00:00:00
AI Summary:
We spent 13 Eids together on this Earth, and Rahaf was the joy of every one of them. We dreamed of a future when we would always be by each other’s side to celebrate milestones, creating lives filled with art and words. I longed to see her become the artist she always dreams of being, to watch her paintings come to life. How we would celebrate together, knowing that no matter where we took us, we would always be each other’s biggest supporters. Rahaf was asleep in the room closest to my uncle’s house and was crushed. Ever since then, there has been no time to grieve, no space to process loss. How can you find a path forward when every moment threatens to take another loved one? The weight of losing Rahaf felt impossible to put into words again for someone so young. I closed my eyes for a moment, her voice was barely a whisper. “Rahaf is in heaven now. She was taken from us during the bombing, and we can’t bring her back.” My hands shook as I pulled her close. There is no closure in a genocide that continues to unfold. There’s no space to grieve when survival demands every ounce of strength. But we hold onto the love of those we have lost. Hope, however fragile, is an act of resistance. It keeps us searching for light in the ruins, for meaning in absence, for life beyond mere survival.
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