Before the war, Ramadan in Gaza had a softness to it,” 23-year-old Ibrahim Yaghi tells The Independent from the heart of Gaza City.
“I remember the warm glow of lanterns hanging in a narrow street, the smell of freshly baked bread before maghrib [evening prayer], the sound of children laughing after tarawih [night prayer],” he recalls. “Families gathered in large numbers, doors were open, visits were constant. The night felt alive.”
