While I was heading to my work by a taxi from North Gaza to the center of Gaza Strip I saw an old woman , she was wearing traditional garment with nice Palestinian homemade embroidery over this garment , her face was crimped she was sitting on the land , clasping her hands looking forward for nothing except the long road in front of her eyes , I left her quickly with a taxi , after a long day of work I return back to the same road but unfortunately she was in the same place .
This place which was full of green tents for the people who lost their homes in 2009
Those kids who were imposed to live under the rain beside their destroyed homes in a tiny tents like their grandfathers in 1948 .
It's the same picture there is just one difference
The History Repeat Itself
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