On this day, when a cease-fire in Gaza offers a pause in the storm, a fragile hope that surfaces. It’s a hope held together by threads of possibility, tinged with the uncertainty of what tomorrow might bring.
It’s a holding to optimism — it’s a hesitant kind of belief, one that whispers that maybe, just maybe, peace could take root, even for a moment.
But the landscape is always shifting.
It’s a hope that aches with the knowledge that nothing is certain, yet still, it persists — fragile but alive.
The people in Gaza, caught in this fragile hope, long for their right to self determination, for the relief of knowing that tomorrow might be a little safer than today.
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