In the heart of a wounded land, olive trees rise where homes have fallen. Their roots drink the stories buried beneath rubble, their leaves whisper names the world tries to forget. This book is a song of memory and mourning, a quiet defiance etched in black and white. It speaks of fractured futures, stolen childhoods, and a faith that refuses to be uprooted. Within these pages live echoes that refuse silence, and a resilience that blooms even in the darkest soil.