In the forty third morning of the war on Gaza… A morning of dignity from the proud and resilient Gaza…

I was writing to you yesterday, on the forty seventh day, on the details of the daily struggle after they took us ages back in time to where we use the oldest and most primitive tools to get by…

My husband lit a fire on top of the house, and we made some tea. Everybody woke up, and we had some Zaatar (thyme) and zeit (oil), and those are what was left from our stored food.

My niece is 3 and a half years old and she is as sweet as butterflies. She is also mischievous, and loves to have fun and dress well. And she LOVES ice cream!

I cannot believe I am seeing the light of day! I feel for my arm! My face!
I open my eyes and close them, then I open them again to ensure that what I am seeing is real.