Demmycole

His son is terrified, you can hear it in his cries, see it in the way he clings to his dad. The sound of the blast is deafening, and the gunfire doesn’t stop. And through it all, the father is just trying to keep his children calm. He tells them to lie low, stay flat on the ground, like maybe the floor will keep them safe. You can see the fear in all of them, but you can also see something else: the father’s strength, his desperation to protect them, to be a source of safety in a place where there is none.

It’s heartbreaking, because this isn’t some rare moment, it’s what daily life has become in Gaza.

Families are trying to survive airstrikes in their own homes. Parents are trying to comfort their children while everything around them collapses. It’s not just tragic, it’s unbearable. And somehow, these fathers, these mothers, are still holding their kids close, trying to give them a sense of peace in a world that’s offering them nothing but violence.

(P.S. My account is being shadowbanned. Gaza is being silenced, deliberately. The siege isn’t just physical; it’s digital. Voices are being suppressed, truths buried, and entire realities erased.

If you’re seeing this, please FOLLOW and amplify. If you can’t follow, repost. If you can’t repost, speak.

And if all you can do is bear witness, then please do not look away.

Every act of awareness pushes back against the erasure.)