As if twenty years had passed…
Yet it’s been only two — two years that carried within their days what entire lifetimes could not.
On October 7, 2023, the first echoes of war roared, and with them began a long tale of pain whose chapters have yet to end, even today — October 7, 2025. Two full years have passed, but in the memory, they feel like ages filled with fear, blood, and loss.
From the very first moment, homes crumbled like autumn leaves under the fire of bombardment, and streets turned into ruins. People carried what was left of their lives in small bags and began an endless journey of displacement — a journey with no map and no safe harbor, as if the entire homeland had become a tent moving from one pile of rubble to another.
Throughout these two years, life itself changed; children grew up too soon, elders departed in silence, and women became the pillars of shattered homes. Every day, a new dawn was born to the sounds of explosions, and every night fell heavy with the scent of death. No schools, hospitals, or mosques were spared, and even the air became saturated with fear.
We have witnessed thousands of martyrs, millions of souls suspended between life and death, and memories burdened with the names of loved ones who disappeared without farewell. We saw cities erased from the maps, faces hiding behind dust, and dreams buried under the rubble before they could ever be born.
And today, as we turn the 730th page of this war, it feels as though we have lived twenty years of conflict in just two. Time is no longer measured by days or months, but by the number of people we’ve lost and the countless nights spent counting the strikes instead of the ticking of the clock.
Two years have been enough to change everything — everything except one thing: our will to survive.
We are still here, writing our names into the record of resilience, carrying our homeland in our hearts despite everything they’ve tried to take from us.
✦ The war began on October 7, 2023.
✦ And on October 7, 2025, it still rages on.
But despite it all — we are still alive, carrying the story and passing it on to the generations to come.
Zaki A Sharqawi