A Two-Day Journey for a Cast: How Medical Care and Movement in Gaza Became a Luxury

It took just two days for me to see how Gaza’s reality has turned even more bitter. Far darker than it appears on the surface. That realization began with the sound of my child crying after a fall during a moment of innocent play. His small hand broke—and so did something in me. That pain wasn’t just from a fracture. It was the beginning of a journey that showed me how far Gaza’s living conditions have deteriorated under Israel’s ongoing genocide.

A Walk of Desperation

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