A few months have passed since my family and I evacuated the Gaza Strip for Egypt.
Even now, I am haunted by the scenes of destruction I witnessed in Gaza.
Whenever I hear a plane flying above me, I am terrified. The noise of military aircraft in Gaza has left with me a lasting sense of fear.
At the time we left Gaza, there were almost 300 Palestinians gathered at the Rafah crossing, the entry point into Egypt. They did not have suitable luggage; many were using bags that used to contain flour.
We had gone to the crossing under bombardment. Once there, we had to wait until the Egyptian authorities would allow us through to their country.
The scene was miserable. The anxiety and terror could be seen on all the pale faces.
You could see the confusion in people’s eyes. They were uncertain about their destination.
After we went through the crossing, we boarded a bus for Cairo. ….more
