After more than 200 days of this genocidal war, we were able to visit our home.
Our visit lasted for 60 hours. Then we had to flee.
It was a homecoming without joy or celebration. The only “gifts” we received were unwanted ones.
Nonetheless, being back in our home – albeit briefly – gave us a sense of purpose after months of living in a tent.
We were fortunate enough to find that our house was one of the few in the neighborhood that had not been destroyed by the Israeli occupation – though it was damaged.
As we inspected our home, we realized that we missed every inch of it.
We stumbled upon some unexpected “gifts” – a tank door, a soldier’s uniform, a food box for the Israeli military, Hebrew writing and fragments of shells. ….more
