Destruction. Hunger. Thirst. Darkness.

Since October 7th, these are no longer just words to us — they are our daily reality.

In a single moment, everything changed.

We lost our home.

We lost our jobs.

We lost friends.

Some of us lost family.

The markets disappeared. The streets went silent. Life as we knew it simply stopped.

For more than two years now, I have lived without electricity.

I used to wonder how anyone could live without it in this modern world. I used to think it was impossible. But war forces you to accept what you once thought you never could.

You learn to sleep in darkness.

You learn to live with hunger.

You learn to survive with little water.

The human body can endure more than we imagine.

But the hardest part is not the hunger.

Not the thirst.

Not even the darkness.

The hardest part is watching life itself disappear.

War does not only destroy buildings.

It destroys memories.

It destroys safety.

It destroys dreams.

It takes away the simple feeling of being human.

Today, we are not just rebuilding houses — we are trying to rebuild our shattered lives. And all we hold onto now is patience… and a small hope that one day, light will return to our lives again.