Inside the little kiosk at the gas station in the town of Kaukab, time seems to have frozen. The picture of 54-year-old Rasem Naamneh hangs on the wall behind the counter, his gaze fixed on the place where he stood for many years. Another photo hangs near the entrance. Inside, silence hangs heavy, refusing to lift even as the door opens and closes. Anaam Naamneh, Rasem’s wife, stands behind the counter with her two daughters. The three women are running the business these days, not out of choice but out of necessity. The sadness isn’t spoken out loud, but it’s present in every little detail – hand movements, gazes, breaths.



