Since the start of the Gaza genocide in October 2023, I have been displaced several times.
Every house I went to was bombed with me inside.
I’ve survived death more than five times and lost relatives and loved ones, watching them torn apart before my eyes.
I slept fully dressed, in my mother’s embrace, fearing death.
My fiancé Safiq was stuck in the southern part of the Gaza Strip. But communications were cut off by the Israeli occupation forces. I lived in fear every minute, desperately wanting to know if he was OK.
I was torn between staying with my family in the north and facing death, or going to my fiancé and seeking safety. I thought the south was safer, and that I could get there without much trouble, reunite with him, and start a life together, full of love, as we created a family.
Unfortunately, it was not that easy. ….more
