The Once Refreshing Stillness of Gaza’s Winter Has Become a Haunting Silence
Winter at our home in Gaza was always a season of love, warmth and the irresistible aroma of delicious food. Following my grandmother’s timeless advice — “If the cold comes, prepare your fresh olive oil and wood” — our preparations for the season brought us closer together. Winter meant family gatherings and cozy holidays, especially on stormy days when strong winds and heavy rains prompted school…