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Under a cloud of sadness

I will never forget the day that we were forced to leave our small, warm home.

I will never forget those feelings of tension and terror.

Where will we go?

What will happen next?

The night before had been bloody. We heard many noises: warplanes being used for bombing, shelling all around us, gunfire.

News came that morning. We learned from a neighbor that we had been ordered to leave our home in northern Gaza. ….more

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