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!

Here is Palestine, where the people of love and life reside. Here is our beloved Gaza. This is my city that I am proud of.

I believe that working in mental health is not just a job; rather an opportunity to help lift someone up from the ashes!