By: Nada Moghazi

Edited By: Alexandra Huggins

One by one the flowers are picked and laid by the stones. 

Why? They ask.

Why do all the flowers around the world get to be used for love, for success, for happiness, but we, the flowers of Gaza, are used for death, mourning, and darkness. 

“I want to be like the other flowers.” 

The ones that see the sun. The ones that dream of growing tall. The ones that get to be walked down the aisle. The flowers that thrive. 

Instead, we are the flowers that pray to survive. Thriving is not an option. But we are tired of being the flowers for the graves. 

So now I ask, will you water the flowers of Gaza to thrive? Will you give them the chance to walk down the aisle. Grow tall. And live in a world of more than just survival?