We decided to follow the forced displacement to the south in an attempt to save what is left of our lives. Per the usurper’s instructions, the safe passageway to the South is Salaheddeen St., the street that connects Gaza from the farthest point north to the south of the Strip.

I had told you before that I will narrate to you the journey to the south of the Gaza Strip. It’s not a trip; it is migration and forced, unjust displacement under fire and bombardment. Yes, that’s what it is. 

We stayed in our home until the last breath. After the world couldn’t hold us anymore, we decided to move to the hospital and I told you that story.

I swing between hope and despair, exactly as I swing between death and life. I await the next day after the war. I try to remind myself of my true identity and the true meaning of life! 

After a leap night we spent in Rafah, the last city we migrated to, actually I don’t know whether or not it will be the last stop we migrate to… doesn’t matter!