In Gaza, October was supposed to be the month of falling leaves and the sweet scent of olive harvests—the symbol of our steadfastness. Instead, it became a reminder of our crumbling buildings, our shattered souls, and bodies weary from the weight of displacement. When borders close and refuge seems unattainable, the struggle for survival becomes all-consuming. Families are torn from their roots, forced to leave behind not just their homes but the memories and histories that shape their lives. Each step taken in search of safety is laden with the heaviness of grief and longing for a place to ca…