On October 12, Israel issued orders to more than 1 million Palestinians living in the north of Gaza to move south, saying it was “for your own safety.” I live in the south, and this is my reality.
This is Al Nusierat Camp, located on the southern part of the Gaza valley, or in Zionist terminology: the safe area. We search for life beneath the rubble of death.
Going to the market is a gamble with death. If you’re lucky, you can buy something to fill the stomachs of your loved ones. Alternatively, you are murdered while scouting for food or before consuming what you have bought.
This is one of the supermarkets in the Nusierat area. It is now devoid of food, light or hope.
Special thanks to the #1 military with manners that cuts our electricity, but lights our sky with their bombs.
One uncertain hour of electricity to charge phones and contact our loved ones, certain that there are no connections, but we try and try…
Water is a limited treasure and restrictions are a cruel way to manipulate 2.3 million people.
I used to love walking along this street, greeting the people who lived there. Now, I’m terrified I’ll step on a dead body or body parts of the people I used to know.
In the words of the owner of this shop: “If our being alive triggers them, then we’ll live and live.”
Lastly, even the taste of bread these days is different. It’s flavored with anxiety, anger, and grief.
That is my new reality.