Even in the valley of death, the human spirit strains toward light. This Easter, in the land where resurrection was first proclaimed, there were no lilies, no hymns, no candlelit vigils — only the stubborn pulse of survival under siege.
In Gaza,…
Even in the valley of death, the human spirit strains toward light. This Easter, in the land where resurrection was first proclaimed, there were no lilies, no hymns, no candlelit vigils — only the stubborn pulse of survival under siege.
In Gaza,…