We are preparing for our forced emigration from Gaza to the Sinai Desert, or for our death. One or the other.

No one of us can comprehend how a real human could be so criminal and barbaric to do this to others.

Leaving Gaza saved my life, but now I live the agony of distance, and the stench of death reaches me even here.

A deafening explosion jolted us. The world collapsed around me. “Am I dead?” I asked Mohammed, clinging to his hand.

Who, among the peoples of the world, truly comprehends the Palestinian plight?