If not for their faith, how could one survive this?
This is what faith becomes in places like Gaza -
not dogma, not ritual,
but a structure of psychological survival.
Where nothing else offers meaning,
faith becomes architecture for the soul -
a place to remain human
when everything around has been reduced
to dust and bone.
As a non-religious person,
to witness this kind of steadfastness
might be the only version of religion that makes sense -
not the religion of power, politics, or control,
not the one that allows believers to censor their own reality,
skip the very existence of genocide in Gaza,
bypass their humanity.
But the kind that gives shattered people
just enough dignity to kneel, pray, and rise again.
Faith here is not escape.
Itโs defiance.
Itโs breath.
Itโs architecture in the void.
Free Palestine ๐ต๐ธ.
