"Since I was a child, I dreamed of studying at the Islamic University of Gaza. To me it seemed like an entire world filled with warmth and beauty. My father used to take us kids there during holidays, and those visits became an inseparable part of my childhood," Taqwa Ahmed Al-Wawi writes from Gaza.
"When I heard about the bombing of the university, I felt that my dreams had shattered. The buildings I had once raced through were now nothing but rubble, their walls crumbled to the ground. The classrooms, once alive with the rustle of books and the chatter of eager students, now stood empty. The trees that had once offered shade to tired students were now charred skeletons. The air was thick with dust and the bitter scent of ashes, drowning out the echoes of laughter and dreams that had once filled this place."
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