The Shelter Beneath the Rubble
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Dernière publication sam., juin 14, 2025
Scene: A dark, cramped shelter beneath a collapsed building in Gaza. The walls are cracked, dust fills the air, and a dim battery-powered lantern flickers. Around 14 people sit close, some huddled under blankets, others silently weeping.
[A mother sits in the corner with her 9-year-old son, Omar, whose stomach growls.]
Omar (weakly): Mama... I'm hungry... I'm so hungry... can we go out and find food?
Mother (whispering, tears running down her cheeks): Ya habibi... please wait a little longer. Allah will send us food. Just wait, sweetheart... just wait.
Omar (voice shaking): But Mama... are we sinners? Is Allah angry at us? Is that why we have no food... and they keep bombing us? Are we... going to hell?
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