I scroll through news and photos and videos daily.
I check Whatsapp first thing in the morning for messages from friends in Gaza and send off a few to ask how they’re doing.
They tolerate my stupid question. I’m not really asking, though, because I know they’re not okay.
I just want to make sure they’re alive.
To send them love. To tell them I’m thinking of them.
I wonder if it’s for them or for me. I love and miss them and wish I never left Gaza because now I can’t get back since Israel is controlling the Egyptian border. ….more
