Before this war, I lived in a three-story house with my family. Our house was large and spacious, with a big kitchen and the entire first floor for hosting visitors.
I had rejected the idea of living in a tent. I felt that it would never come to that for me – my economic and social circumstances would never allow it.
However, it happened.
I had no place else to go. I have now lived in a tent since 12 May, after the Israelis invaded Rafah.
I tried to lie to myself and imagine it as a camping trip. Something temporary and novel. But it’s nothing like that. ….more
