They parted ways, and Oliver and Emilia boarded the plane, leaving behind the complexities of Gaza but carrying its stories with them, etched forever into their memories..... Oliver and Emilia stood on the dusty main street of Khan Younis, their bags packed, waiting for Muhammad to arrive. The ceasefire between Hamas and Israel had finally taken effect, allowing them to leave the Gaza Strip. Their faces reflected a mixture of exhaustion and relief after months of documenting the region’s harrowing stories. When Muhammad’s battered white taxi pulled up, they climbed inside. For months, he had been their driver, translator, and occasional bodyguard, guiding them through the chaos. “Thank you for everything,” Emilia said as they settled into their seats. Muhammad glanced at her in the rearview mirror and nodded. “It was my honor.” Oliver adjusted his camera bag. “So, Muhammad, what’s next for you? How do you plan to live now that the figh...