By: Ameer Ali
The souls of Gaza are not gone
they live in the wind that carries their names,
in the cries that echo through broken walls,
in the hearts that still remember.
They were children with dreams,
mothers with songs,
fathers with hope —
all taken by a world that forgot to care.
But their souls remain,
glowing like candles in the ruins,
whispering to us: “Do not be silent.”
Because every voice that speaks for them
is a heartbeat they regain.
Every tear shed in truth
is proof that they still exist
not in body, but in spirit,
unbroken, eternal.
