They set the wedding date for July 27. A week before the event, we were living through some of the hardest days since the genocide began: famine gnawed at our bones, the shelling continued, but I kept thinking about how much I wished I could be there for Hussein. The wedding was limited to family only, and I desperately wanted to go, but the situation was dangerous. Suddenly a miracle occurred: A one-day ceasefire was announced in Gaza—and it happened to fall on the very day of Hussein’s wedding! It felt like life itself had paused for him and Heba, just for that day.
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