"Give us a roof that does not betray us with the first rainfall"
With tired eyes and a weary body, she gathered rainwater with her hands to save her collapsing tent. In a trembling voice she said: “We no longer know the difference between rain and tears… both fall on our faces”. Moments of deep pain summarize the long struggle of a mother standing in Gaza between cold and uncertainty—wondering what fate awaits her and her children as fear seeps into their fragile bodies. Fragile tents become soaked pieces of cloth with every storm, offering no walls or roof to protect the hearts of children or the exhaustion of their mothers.