During the period of war in Gaza, the streets of the city saw a painful journey for the elderly who were forced to leave their homes. Their faces carried a mix of sadness and fear as they sat on the demolished rubble along the crowded roads. Those steps, which defied their age, showed their determination to stay despite all the difficulties. Their bowed heads, wrinkled brows, and bewildered looks told a story of pain and suffering. For them, displacement was not just a move; it was leaving behind memories and dreams they had built their lives upon.
During the period of war in Gaza, the streets of the city saw a painful journey for the elderly who were forced to leave their homes. Their faces carried a mix of sadness and fear as they sat on the demolished rubble along the crowded roads. Those steps, which defied their age, showed their determination to stay despite all the difficulties. Their bowed heads, wrinkled brows, and bewildered looks told a story of pain and suffering. For them, displacement was not just a move; it was leaving behind memories and dreams they had built their lives upon.