In the verdant embrace of Khan Younis, our home stood as a testament to life’s enduring beauty. Our garden bloomed with vitality, a vibrant tapestry woven from the whispers of olive groves and the gentle sway of palm trees.
But where once laughter danced upon the breeze, now only echoes of devastation linger.
In December, my family and I fled our home, where souls lingered in the fragrant whispers of basil and mint, in the cool shade of jasmine trees clinging to crumbling walls, to take refuge in Rafah.
Israel’s genocidal military was coming closer and amid the thunderous roar of heavy bombardment we were forced to leave behind more than just bricks and mortar.
In our absence, Israeli tanks rumbled through the streets of our small town, just southeast of Khan Younis city, tearing through the fabric of our existence…..more
