I had a home, warm but small… full of laughter, my books, my memories. I had a simple bed.
We used to wait for the morning to come, looking out the window at a jasmine tree. But everything changed — the house became rubble, and the dream merged with the walls. Today I stand on the bare ground, but without walls.
And despite that, I still look only at the rubble… at what lies beyond it. Like Gaza, like those who refuse to die, tired but rising. From the same place a new home will be built. Flowers will grow from between the stones, and their return will bring me back to the windows. They will remind me of those who called us to school.
And from our joy, we become more beautiful.
Buildings are not just stone, but in the heart…
And in Gaza, our hearts grow stronger from all the destruction.
My Dream... From Beneath the Rubble
First Name: Hala
Country: Palestine
Type: Poems and Short Stories
These artistic works were developed within the framework of the Child Protection Area of Responsibility (CP AoR) initiative “Gaza We Want.” The initiative supports children and young people in expressing their hopes, experiences, and visions for a peaceful future through creative and artistic mediums.