Khalil al-Hajjar

Iam the father of Khalil al-Hajjar, living in Gaza where chaos intertwines withmoments of peace. My son, Khalil, is a displaced child facing challenges likeautism and hyperactivity, yet he embodies innocence and creativity far beyondhis years.

Everyday, I take Khalil to the beach, where he finds his tranquility. I watch as hegazes at the waves, as if each one brings a special message. He sits in thesand, drawing with his tiny fingers, creating shapes and colors that reflecthis imagination. In those moments, I see the world through his eyes.

Ifeel the weight of his worries, but I also see his strength and determination.In his eyes, I find a mix of innocence and unfulfilled dreams. At times, I feelhelpless against the harshness of the world, but I strive to be his safe haven.

ToKhalil, I am more than just a father; I am his friend. During his anxiousmoments, I place my hand on his shoulder and reassure him, "Don’t worry,I'm here with you." I share in his dreams and listen to the stories of theworld he envisions. When we are together, I feel a sense of hope for thefuture.

Ourstory is one of resilience and hope, even in difficult times. I know manychildren like Khalil endure the sounds of war and chaos. Yet, we seek joy insmall moments, in smiles and in the sunlight reflecting off the sea. We striveto live, for life—despite everything—is worth embracing with love and hope

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