Last Monday, I was out in the street trying to catch an internet signal in Nuseirat, in the central Gaza Strip – something that has become almost impossible in Gaza. Our home had just been bombed for the third time during the war, and we had been forced to flee for the tenth time. I had just lost everything once again.

My heart was heavy with grief, and everything around me reminded me of the loss that had befallen us.

When I finally managed to connect, videos, photos, and audio messages from Italy flooded my phone. I saw crowds of people marching in the streets, waving Palestinian flags and chanting together for our freedom. I saw squares filled with banners reading “Stop the War” and “Free Palestine”, and faces showing a mix of anger and hope. They were trying to send us a message: We

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