After this war, it has become impossible to feel safe anywhere in the world.

After an hour and a half of suffering with transportation, we arrived at our destination.

In continuation to story 41, I present to you the experience of displacement, the time when it was imperative that we leave the house, gathering what we can in a rush…

I am writing to you from the heart of the Gaza Strip, Rafah
The fourth time of forced displacement!

I think I am officially homeless. 

I want to go home. I just want to go home! 
I want to wake up from this nightmare, the nightmare of the south and displacement. 

Oh, pain upon pain…
I am still writing to you from the displacement tents…
From a story of the elderly to a story of the younger generations…

I write to you for the sake my humanity, for Palestine, and for Gaza. I did not give up on Gaza!

Happy New Year. 
May you remain well every year,
But for us, it feels as if all the years have been at odds with us…

Not my birth certificate, my National number, nor my passport that has the citizenship “Palestinian,” so I am sentenced to death whenever I arrive to any country, Arab or foreign…