The desire to move, to travel, is inherent in all human beings. In Gaza, it has become a burn in our stomachs and a pain in our hearts.

Our suitcases are always at the ready, because we never know when Rafah will open or Israel will grant a permit.

We are forced to live lives of constant uncertainty and disappointment. Most of us never do get out, which is why each one of us carries a cage inside—reflecting the bigger cage outside.

And my face? My face is blank, except for newsprint, because the media gives us hope with news of imminent relief—then dashes them the next day. Soon, we will lose even the ability to hope.