Image, the scale of pride that no speaker in the world can convey.
This is not a still from a feature film.
This is a house in the Jabaliya refugee camp, north of Gaza.
This is what life looks like when its inhabitants decide not to die by clinging to it.
The walls were rubble and the ceiling was gone, but instead of crying over the rubble, they dipped their fingers in the cracks to plant roses and vegetables.
How strange these people are. Some die in bombings, others go out to water rose bushes, mint, basil and vegetables on the edge of the abyss!
Here, where the ruins lie and the breath of death, the purest message of defiance is addressed to the world:.
We love life if we can find a way for it.
The family will not leave, and the door, which was destroyed in the bombing, will not close.
They plant roses in the middle of the ruins to say to the forces and to the whole world:
"Our houses are not just stones that fall, but souls that take root deep into the earth.
We are here, we live despite the pain, and we thrive despite the destruction."