Amid the ruins of their shattered homes, the air filled with a different sound — laughter instead of bombs. The war had finally ended. Families who once hid in fear now embraced in the open streets, their tears mingling with smiles of relief. Children ran barefoot over broken stones, waving flags with unshaken hope, their joy echoing between the crumbled walls. Three white doves rose into the golden sky, symbols of peace long prayed for. The old women held each other tightly, remembering those lost yet grateful for the chance to feel the sun again without fear. Though the city was scarred, its people were unbroken. Amidst destruction, they found renewal — proof that even in the deepest sorrow, humanity still blooms with love and resilience 🇵🇸🕊️✌️🤍