Last week, I read the news that all residents of Rafah must evacuate. The words hit me like a thunderbolt, reopening wounds I thought had healed. Rafah was not just a place of displacement; it became a part of my soul, a space where I lived through unforgettable moments, balancing between pain and hope, fear and the sheer will to survive. I spent nearly five months there, each day etching itself deep into my memory.
I am from Gaza, from the south, specifically from al-Zawaida…
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News Source: mondoweiss.net

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