Here is Rafah – the neighborhood of Tal Assultan – and I am only a kilometer away from the Egyptian borders

I haven’t written anything in long days, although the war is still ongoing. Murder continues to ravage our land and overshadow our sky.

Crises and wars are a strange matter. Novel pains are imposed and old wounds open despite efforts to burry and forget about them; at the same time, they bring us together in a unique way.

Thank God, we are fine.
Every one of us is shattered in every way. It’s traumatic, Dr., I swear to God what is happening to us is traumatic!

don’t know how, but I feel my heart getting smaller and is losing its strength. Barely beating. Its beats come crazy fast and suddenly I feel it about to stop.