On 6 October, I was looking forward to seeing my wife again. She was in Turkey on a business trip.
When I went to bed that night, it did not occur to me that anything unusual was about to happen. Hopefully, I would wake up the next day and drink coffee, put on nice clean clothes and apply some of my favorite cologne.
Little did I expect that the images on the TV screen on the morning of 7 October would signal an impending cataclysm.
Israel’s genocidal war forced me to leave al-Rimal, the Gaza City neighborhood where I lived. I packed some clothes and other essentials and headed toward my family’s home in Khan Younis, southern Gaza.
In Khan Younis, my dreams began to appear more and more distant. ….more
