غزه،غزة،Gaza

Hijazi, witnessing this relentless brutality, sought refuge in his poetic words:

“The war is long and not yet over.
Autumn dies with us, but autumn is born with us.
We cry, say goodbye, and bury,
then return to collect firewood and water, charge mobile phones,
eat canned food, and listen to the news.
The war is long and not yet over,
And autumn appears with water and sun,
May it be light on the people of the tents,
For rain in the time of war is deadly,
There is no house, no people, no homeland,
No land to carry us nor the sky to shade us, is there a way to escape?”