Between borders and bombs, I lost my mum: A daughter’s tribute from Gaza | Israel-Palestine conflict

My beloved mother, I began writing this piece in the first month after your passing.

I gathered my words and my pain to pour into this text, but my tears would choke me, and I’d close the file.

I came back to it two months later, then six, then again at the end of the year, but I still couldn’t finish it.

Each time I returned to it, I carried new burdens, new grief, and new tears as the war wove itself into our lives, adding sorrows.

One time, I opened the file crying, between joy and…