One day in September my husband and I were traveling down Gaza’s beach road.
To my left, the vast expanse of the Mediterranean Sea unfolded with its unspoken promise of freedom and peace.
To my right was a war-torn city.
My husband, Amir, and I clung to the sides of a donkey cart, the only available means of transportation, as we attempted to escape the suffocating chaos.
The road was a battlefield of its own – cracked, cratered and crowded with desperate souls. The sound of bombs echoed in the distance, a constant reminder that nowhere was safe.
Suddenly, the sharp screech of brakes and the sickening crunch of metal against wood jolted us from our thoughts.
A car had slammed into our cart, and in that split second, Amir’s quick thinking saved our lives. He threw his legs over the front of the cart, absorbing the impact, but leaving his legs bruised. ,….more