I woke up to a knock on the door on Saturday, 27 July. It was a neighbor informing us of Israel’s evacuation orders, or, as I think of them, displacement orders. My family and I quickly got our things together. I prepared all my essential items and loaded them onto the cart.
Then, we left the house in Qaizan al-Najjar, a village in Khan Younis in southern Gaza.
The displacement experience this time was different from the four previous ones. This time it was sudden, and our financial situation was the most dire it’s been, with all our money and resources depleted.
I was afraid that even if we evacuated to a so-called safe zone, that Israel would still attack and kill us, like what happened in the al-Shakoush area west of Rafah, where Israel attacked without warning.
My family and I were headed toward al-Balad, central Khan Younis. The journey was difficult. ….more
