Surviving Struggle in Gaza, One Textual content Message at a Time

“Free, free, free Palestine!” “Stop-fire now!” “Each morning, I write on the group, ‘Please, are you all OK?’ That is the fourth day I’m attempting to succeed in Mother. You realize, I come from a comparatively small household. Father. Mom. Muhammad. Reema. Reham. Mahmoud. Rula. Ruwaa. Shaimaa. My childhood reminiscences. I odor the meals that my aunts and neighbors have been cooking. And when the summer time comes and the breeze of the seaside. However now? Each day since Oct. 7, my physique is right here, however my coronary heart is linked to every one in every of my household. Thus far they’re alive, however they don’t seem to be OK. Shushu is the youngest lady, and I’m the youngest boy. I type of helped elevating her. We’d at all times play collectively, and we have been type of the spoiled within the household. So Shushu and I and my mom have been at all times inseparable. There’s not a single protected place in Gaza. Each time I learn that they bomb a home in Nuseirat or bomb a home in Maghazi or in Zawayda or Deir al Balah or Rafah, I instantly assume, Is it my sister’s home? Is it my mother and father’ home? I by no means thought that this chat group is crucial factor in my life. It breaks the information if my household is alive or not. I hold attempting and praying. Making an attempt and pray.”