I got married 12 days before Israel launched its attacks on Gaza in October last year.
That first wave of massive air attacks came to define what you might call our “honeymoon.”
My wife, Batoul, and I lost everything. Our home, an apartment in a building in Gaza City’s al-RImal area, was completely destroyed with everything in it. Our jobs, needless to say, are gone.
I had a real estate business and Batoul was a teacher.
At first we were displaced to a tent in Rafah, in the south, where, one day, in late November, she was complaining of stomach pains.
“Your wife is pregnant,” the doctor I took her to declared. ….more
