On 7 October, five days before I was scheduled to marry Amir, I should have been sending out wedding invitations and moving my pink bags into his home – a cherished tradition in my community.
Last week, I discovered the pink bags in my family’s damaged home in Khan Younis, southern Gaza.
They are now smeared with dust after being abandoned for over six months. There is no home left to place them in.
Just like the rubble that surrounds us, our souls now feel shattered and lost. Our faces are pale with despair as we struggle to find a way to live or move forward.
From the very outset of Israel’s genocide, Gaza has been consumed by a sense of uncertainty. Amid this chaos, I find myself lost, struggling to navigate even the smallest details of my life. ….more
