The days of the Israeli genocide on Gaza bleed into one another, but none of them look the same.
Each day has its own harsh conditions, unwelcome challenges, new losses and new trauma.
In the morning, I am usually holding a tray of mismatched cups and a tea pot. Barefoot, I head to wash them lost in thought about how to pass the annoying neighbor in another section of the barn without saying “good morning” as I walk along the corridor.
How could I say “good morning” to those causing me to wake up at a time that I don’t want to? The neighbor seems unable to hush her infant or at least try to figure out why her baby is crying.
This is the fourth displacement for my family. I am from Gaza City, but due to the Israeli attacks, my family and I have been displaced to different places in different cities.
The fourth displacement on 31 May 2024 has us living in a barn in al-Mawasi, southern Gaza, that animals used to live in. ….more
