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LETTERS FROM GAZA

Diaries from Gaza: 'What did the first phase of the cease-fire achieve that allowed the second phase to begin?'

This week, Noor speaks of the fragile hope sparked by talk of a second phase and peace, amid the painful reality on the ground of continuous Israeli bombardment, a closed crossing and separation from her family.

Diaries from Gaza: 'What did the first phase of the cease-fire achieve that allowed the second phase to begin?'

"War?" is written on a concrete block at the Israeli side of the Israel-Gaza border on Jan. 21, 2026. (Credit: Amir Cohen/Reuters)

Noor al-Yacoubi is a 27-year-old media coordinator at a local research center, translator and writer. She hasn't left the Gaza Strip since the war began on Oct. 7, 2023, and has been sharing reflections on her life with L'Orient Today since the beginning of the war in Gaza and following the cease-fire.When Steve Witkoff announced the cease-fire’s second phase a few days ago, I felt some relief and smiled. I told myself that we were moving forward, that peace was getting closer, that this cease-fire might finally rest on solid ground.For a moment, I let my mind believe.I pictured Gaza the way I dream of seeing it — dynamic, bustling and whole. I imagined the tents vanishing, replaced by real houses with walls that could hold warmth. I imagined its streets cleared of the grey rubble, and alive again. I imagined trees replanted,...
Noor al-Yacoubi is a 27-year-old media coordinator at a local research center, translator and writer. She hasn't left the Gaza Strip since the war began on Oct. 7, 2023, and has been sharing reflections on her life with L'Orient Today since the beginning of the war in Gaza and following the cease-fire.When Steve Witkoff announced the cease-fire’s second phase a few days ago, I felt some relief and smiled. I told myself that we were moving forward, that peace was getting closer, that this cease-fire might finally rest on solid ground.For a moment, I let my mind believe.I pictured Gaza the way I dream of seeing it — dynamic, bustling and whole. I imagined the tents vanishing, replaced by real houses with walls that could hold warmth. I imagined its streets cleared of the grey rubble, and alive again. I imagined trees...
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