To Gaza... where light is born from the heart of darkness, where every dawn rises stubbornly from beneath the rubble, whispering that hope is not a luxury — it is resistance itself.
To the prisoners... who taught us that walls cannot imprison the spirit, that chains rust but dignity does not, and that freedom is not the absence of bars but the presence of truth.
To every martyr... whose voice did not die, but became an echo within us all — a heartbeat carried through generations, reminding the living that silence is never neutral.
And to Yusuf... who left us physically, yet whose words remain a compass pointing toward what it truly means to be human — to stand, to fall, and to rise again.
Tunnel 7 — By Muhammad Boshnaq