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!

n these bitter times, I just finished the morning prayer and am writing to you under siege.

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.