For the first time in my life, I find myself feeling a sense of hopelessness and helplessness, which does not represent who I am.
Like everyone in Gaza, my greatest wish is to wake up each day with my family members and loved ones safe. The fear that we may not see another day together is a constant burden on our hearts.
I have often felt overwhelmed in the past, questioning why I did not make the choice to leave this besieged strip, even if it meant going against my own beliefs. I have questioned why I did not prioritize my family’s future and why I did not have the courage to make this difficult decision. My 10-year-old daughter has already witnessed three large-scale hostilities.
However, I have always answered myself that my deep connection to the land where I was born, raised, and have countless memories – my roots, and the sense of identity as a proud Palestinian, have kept me here.
Today, those questions no longer haunt me. There is no way out of Gaza. There is no safe place in Gaza.
My dream is a simple one – to wake up in the morning with my children in my arms, alive and well, and for this violence to come to an end.
Let us pray for better days ahead.”