By Malak Radwan
Here we are again. Time has folded in on itself, collapsing the distance between then and now into a suffocating present. Two years ago, on October 30th, a day that smelled of smoke and fear, the world was split in two along Salah al-Din Road. To the north, a trap. To the south, exile. And in Jabalia camp, we were the stubborn stones that refused to be moved, my family and I choosing the familiar terror of home over the unknown terror of flight.
We remember the…
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