During my shift at al-Aqsa hospital, I encountered a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in a good while, a doctor who studied with me at Al-Azhar University in Gaza. I saw her in the emergency department, and when we met, her eyes were filled with sadness, and words were seemingly trapped in her chest.
Islam Khaled al-Jorani confided in me about what had happened to her.
Her story took me to another world full of pain. She began to recount her suffering, hardly believing that she was still alive. The war left her family with no hope, only distorted memories and a deep, unhealed wound.
This is Islam’s story:….more
