This is Ain al‑Hilweh today — our market street turned into a river. People wading through water because the world decided our homes don’t deserve infrastructure, safety, or dignity.
Floods don’t happen in a vacuum. They happen when a community is treated as temporary for generations. When Palestinians in the diaspora are left to fend for themselves in camps that were never meant to last, yet have become our only option.
This is what neglect looks like. This is what abandonment looks like. And still, our people endure
