Beneath the rubble of a home destroyed in a dark night,
\nseven- year-old Nada Omar Al-Amoudi was fighting to breathe.<\/p>\n
The sound of bombing at 2:30 a.m. jolted her from innocent sleep, turning her home into dust, stones, and a terrifying silence.<\/p>\n
With a trembling voice, Nada recalls:<\/p>\n
\u201cI was sleeping next to my mom\u2026 then there was a huge explosion. Everything fell on me. I was trying to breathe, but I couldn\u2019t hear anything\u2026 I was alone in the dark.\u201d<\/p>\n
Minutes passed like an eternity as the rubble pressed against her tiny chest.
\nOutside, her mother screamed her name through tears but no voice answered.
\nAs dawn approached, the air grew heavy with grief\u2026 everyone feared that Nada was gone.<\/p>\n
But God had written life for her again.
\nWhile searching through the wreckage, her uncle heard a faint moan, a whisper clinging to life.
\nThey began digging with trembling hands until her small, dust-covered face appeared\u2026
\ntwo eyes filled with fear, yet still shining with the spark of life.<\/p>\n
Her mother, holding her tight and trembling with tears, says:<\/p>\n
\u201cSince that day, Nada gets scared of any loud sound. Even when the door closes, she shakes. She doesn\u2019t leave my side it\u2019s like she\u2019s afraid of getting lost again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Today, Nada is learning to be a child again.
\nSometimes she plays, sometimes she laughs\u2026 yet deep inside, she carries the memory of rubble\u00a0 and a fear far greater than her age.<\/p>\n
Still, she smiles.
\nShe laughs to tell the world:<\/p>\n
The little girl who rose from the stones is still breathing hope.<\/p>\n
Because she is Nada.
\nBecause she is from Gaza.
\nAnd as long as there\u2019s breath, there\u2019s hope.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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