Here comes the night.

That night that is hiding bombs and bullets, hiding fear and tears. I thought one year had passed peacefully until I read the news, “New aggression on Gaza has begun.”

New aggression before we can heal from the previous ones…. New attack after I started to get used to peaceful nights.

Here we go again: Open your glass window a little bit so it won’t break when a bomb is sent in a closed place. Don’t sleep next to walls away from the door. Keep a hijab next to you in case you need to flee anytime, running for your life.

Small rules I inherited from my mom to pass to my children in case they ever needed them.

Will my children live in the same scenario I’ve lived in? I feel like I’m experiencing a déjà vu, yet it’s only a repeated scene.