A Ceasefire Was Reached On Sunday🙏🥹, Me And My Family And The Children Are Without A House Or Anything

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A Ceasefire Was Reached On Sunday🙏🥹, Me And My Family And The Children Are Without A House Or Anything

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We all considered Khaled to be like an older brother to Ahmad. He was close to all of us, but he held a special place in Maryam’s heart she loved him dearly, and he loved her just as much.

A two-panel comic shows Maryam and her emotional connection to someone named Khaled.

Panel 1: Maryam, a curly-haired girl in a pink dress, holds a piece of paper close to her chest and walks with a thoughtful expression. A shadowy adult figure watches her. The text reads: "We all considered Khaled like an older brother to Ahmad. He was close to all of us… but he held a special place in Maryam’s heart."

Panel 2: Maryam smiles gently while holding up a drawing of a happy person in a purple shirt surrounded by stars. The background shows a street with damaged buildings. The caption says: "On the morning of April 3rd, she asked if she could visit Khaled…"

Exactly one month ago and on the morning of April 3rd, Maryam asked my father if she could go visit Khaled. She missed him and wanted to play with the children her age in his neighborhood.He agreed. She went on her way, and not even a few minutes had passed before a missile struck the area she had just headed to.

Comic-style explosion in a city street with a massive fireball and the word 'Boooom' written in large letters. The buildings are crumbling, and a silhouetted figure walks away from the blast. Caption reads: 'And then... a missile struck the area she had just walked toward.'

In that moment, nothing else mattered to us but one question screaming in our mind : “Where’s Maryam? Is she okay?”

My father says..

I ran as fast as I could toward the site of the strike, my heart pounding in fear and panic.

A comic-style illustration of a disaster scene shows a crumbling, smoke-filled building with broken windows and debris scattered around. Three men are running through the rubble. My father in the foreground has a fearful expression and is clutching his chest as he runs. Behind him, one man carries an unconscious child, and another carries a young girl. A caption reads: “I ran, heart pounding... terrified of what I’d find.”

My father is holding his head in panic, with a speech bubble that says, 'Where’s Maryam? IS She OKAY?' The background is blurred, emphasizing his emotional reaction."

When I arrived, I was shocked by the scene. Dozens of men were rushing around, carrying injured children. All of them every single one had blood covering their faces and severe injuries. I began shouting at the top of my lungs, “Maryam! Maryam! MARYAM!” until I saw her...

My father runs through rubble calling out “Maryam!” In a speech bubble. Maryam, with her curly hair, wearing a pink dress, sits on the ground in fear, surrounded by debris. The background shows the aftermath of destruction with broken structures and scattered stones.

Dad holds Maryam in a pink dress in his arms. Maryam appears shaken but safe. My brother Ahmed stands nearby, looking relieved. A caption in a pink box reads, “Thank God… she was safe.” The background is a clear blue gradient, symbolizing calm after a crisis.

But my heart still wasn’t at peace. I couldn’t leave. I ran again this time toward the place I feared Khaled might have been.

My father, with short gray hair, wearing a wrinkled white button-up shirt and blue pants, walks through a scene of destruction filled with rubble and broken walls. His expression is serious and determined. Dark smoke rises in the background from collapsed buildings. Text in the image reads: “But my heart still wasn’t at peace… I had to know.”

With every step closer, my dread grew. “No... it can’t be him...” But when I arrived, I found Khaled’s house two stories high destroyed.

A destroyed house lies in rubble with shattered concrete, splintered wood, and twisted metal. A broken doorway frame stands precariously among the debris. The text reads: “Khaled’s house was gone.” On the right side, against a black background, white boxes contain the text: “After a long struggle… we found him.” and “But it was too late.

Khaled was there. After a long struggle, we managed to pull him from the rubble... but it was too late. Khaled had passed away.

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A comic-style illustration shows two men, my father and Khaled, separated by a jagged, wavy border. On the left, and my father stands in shadow, looking heartbroken. The background is dark green. He says, "Why Khaled? He was full of life." Text boxes around him read, "Kind," "Strong," and "I called him "the mountain.'" On the right, Khaled appears in a brighter, pink background, smiling and waving. The contrast in lighting and expressions conveys a sense of mourning and remembrance.

Khaled is gone... and the world no longer feels the same. The earth is emptier now without Khaled.

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