From family gatherings and flourishing gardens to displacement and daily survival, everything changed overnight. Yet my heart remains rooted in al-Shujaiya, the place I still call home.
A moving, heartrending testimony. Your words vividly convey the terrible split between the world you knew and loved and the world you are now forced to live in. I pray that the nightmare ends and that one day you can return to your roots, to al-Shujaiya of your heart.
I don’t understand why you don’t have a state yet? There’s been 10s of millions refugees since 1945 who can’t go back to their homes- why are you guys the only ones still not settled ? It can’t be all about Israel.
A moving, heartrending testimony. Your words vividly convey the terrible split between the world you knew and loved and the world you are now forced to live in. I pray that the nightmare ends and that one day you can return to your roots, to al-Shujaiya of your heart.
Everything here is a fight to stay alive.
Same agonizing routine every single day. Same walls closing in.
I’m stuck in this half-destroyed apartment in western Gaza with no walls left and no air left either. It’s suffocating. It’s claustrophobic.
We’re exhausted, wallah. I keep wishing for it to end but nothing changes.
I wrote this for Palestine Deep Dive:
I don’t understand why you don’t have a state yet? There’s been 10s of millions refugees since 1945 who can’t go back to their homes- why are you guys the only ones still not settled ? It can’t be all about Israel.