My voice is my only fortune even if I left. My voice will not vanish. I have nothing to loose!

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.

This is the fourth Friday of the war and I am still alive! I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, and I cannot assert that I have survived inevitable death.

So I tell myself “It’s Ok, the path has room for everyone.” But it suddenly narrowed for me to the point of suffocation and murder… Were my dreams that big?! 

Looks like there is no escaping death. The occupation army started its invasion of Gaza since nightfall. It was a night that cannot be wiped off our memories.

nside my head, I own a world full of diverse types of lives, all shapes, colors, wonders, answers to all questions and questions to all answers.