Walking through the streets of Rafah, it is evident that my neighbors are suffering immensely.
Every conversation is a quiet cry for comfort, an attempt to hold onto pieces of our lives.
The Gaza Strip has never felt as cramped or unlivable as it does now. Streets here in Rafah – Gaza’s southernmost city – are filled with makeshift tents.
We constantly stumble over one another as we walk.
After approximately 180 days of war, people have become somewhat desensitized.
Death is a daily occurrence…..more
