Our mosques have been destroyed, our hearts broken, our minds tired, and our people are being killed. In Gaza, there is nothing to celebrate this Ramadan. Everything and everyone around us is devastated. Last year — and every year before October 7 — Gaza’s streets used to exude joy as Gazans welcomed in the Muslim holy month. Balconies beamed with Ramadan lights, children played outside, and families hugged. The scent of dates, nuts, and fruit filled the market; an atmosphere that revived the spirit and connected the heart. That was when Gaza felt like home. Now, it’s filled with darkness. “I …