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. 

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…