Gaza will still be here when the nightmare ends – Mondoweiss

Since I was a child, Ramadan wasn’t just about fasting. It was about taraweeh prayers, long nights of making dua (prayers of supplication), and warm family gatherings. My father would take us to visit our relatives — our aunts, uncles, and to my grandfather’s house. Every year, we rode in his car, and I always sat by the window, not just for the view but to capture every moment in my mind, as if saving pictures that would never fade.

I loved watching the crowded streets, the…