11:06 PM @wahaj_bani_moufleh A Picture from the Heart of the Storm
When I captured this image, it wasn’t just a scene before me, but a frozen scream in time, a moment that couldn’t be forgotten. I was there, amidst the crowds, in the midst of rapid movement and intertwined emotions, but my eyes fell on the child lying before me, Saddam Hussein rajab, who slept forever under the Palestinian flag.
In that moment, I felt time split the world was moving fast, but he alone was still, calm in a way that sent chills through my heart. My lens captured the scene, but my soul was trapped in his last scream, “Father, Father.” I could hear it despite the silence, I could see it in his features even though he was silent.
Photography wasn’t just documentation, it was a heavy burden. How do you capture a picture when you feel you’re inside it? How do you document a moment when its details tear you apart? I was there, but I wasn’t just a photographer; I was a witness to a farewell that should never have happened.
This image is not just a snapshot; it is a pain that will never leave me, a scream that will continue to echo within me every time I look at it again. 
