Gaza

<p><strong>She was born in Kuwait not as a citizen but as a question.</strong> Her first breath carried the weight of exile her cradle surrounded by stories of a land she'd never seen. From the margins of belonging she begins a journey-not of miles but of meaning.</p><p>In <strong>Beirut</strong> she learns the language of longing. The city's fractured beauty mirrors her own fragmented identity. In <strong>Tunis</strong> she tastes the warmth of temporary refuge yet feels the chill of impermanence. <strong>Dubai</strong> offers illusion-gleaming towers and borrowed futures-but her pulse remains tethered elsewhere.</p><p>And then <strong>Gaza</strong>. Not a destination but a confrontation. She arrives not to find answers but to meet the silence she's carried all her life. The city greets her with ruins and resilience with grief and grace. In its broken streets she finds pieces of herself. In its pulse she hears her own.</p><p><strong>Gaza: A Pulse Not a Place 'Transit...'</strong> is a lyrical odyssey through exile identity and the metaphysics of return. It is not a tale of geography-it is the anatomy of yearning. From Kuwait to Gaza every city is a mirror every step a heartbeat.</p>