The first time I met Abdallah al-Khaldi was in 2019. I was 16 years old.
It was a December morning and I was heading to school in the al-Nasr neighborhood of Gaza City with my friend Muhammad.
The sky started pouring as if it was the first rain of winter. The roads began flooding and getting to school became hazardous.
“Let’s skip school,” Muhammad told me. “Come to my house. I have a way of sneaking into my room without my parents knowing.”
I agreed, as Muhammad’s house was only two minutes away. I stayed there until the school bell rang, then left for home. ….more
