Beneath the broken sky, beneath the walls that have witnessed too much pain, a people gather. They carry a flag where others carry silence. Red for the blood that was shed, black for the grief they carry, white for the hope they refuse to bury, and green for a homeland that lives within them. They have lost homes, loved ones, pieces of the lives they once knew. Yet they stand. Not because the pain is gone, but because they refuse to let the world forget their names. Palestine is still here. Its people are still here. And their story is still being told.