Twice they were forced out. Twice they were driven from their homes in the North — first in the early days of the genocide, then again when Israel carpet-bombed Gaza City.
Imagine losing everything once.
Now imagine losing everything twice — your home, your neighborhood, your memories — on top of your loved ones who were massacred in the process.
And yet… look at them now.
With the ceasefire, hundreds of thousands of Palestinians are marching back north — not to safety, not to comfort, not to intact homes — but to rubble, ashes, and the stench of death.
They are not returning because life has been restored.
They are returning because even ruins are still theirs.
This is what steadfastness looks like.
A people who have nothing left — yet still refuse to surrender.
Palestine does not die.
It walks back home. 🇵🇸
الله يحميكم يا حبيبين قلبي
