In Gaza, where the roar of the sea is mixed with the sounds of explosions, a journalist lives with his camera and a soldier carrying his weapon. His name is a believer, a young man who dreamed from a young age to document the truth, to be a witness who does not false or compromise. But he never imagined that his career would become a daily battle between death and life.
Every morning he gets up to the sounds of bombing, not to the chirping of birds. He puts his camera on his shoulder, and walks through the destroyed streets, between houses demolished by the war and faces that have been extinguished by tragedies. He documents the tear and the smile together, because he believes that journalism is not just news, but a life told.
Despite the wounds that his heart carries from the harsh scenes, he still has a simple person who wishes for a normal life. He wishes to sit in a quiet cafe, read a book or watch a sunset without the smell of gunpowder. He wishes to take pictures of joy, not funerals, pictures of children running in streets decorated with balloons, not with war pieces.
But between the wish and reality, a believer remains standing, trying to live despite death, to dream despite the siege. His life is not just a journalistic struggle, but the resistance of a person who wants to say: “I deserve to live, as any other human being on this earth deserves.
