Each spring, families across the world celebrate Mother’s Day, a day of flowers, breakfast in bed, and makeshift gifts for our matriarchs. If spring is the season of hope and life, mothers are the settled roots that remain grounded and steady year-round. Mother’s Day in this sense sounds simple and pleasant. A familiar embrace of traditions: showcasing a child’s handmade coupon book or sharing breakfast with a bouquet of fresh flowers often handpicked from a nearby garden or field. However, this Arab Mother’s Day, nothing is familiar, particularly for the mothers of Gaza.