The next morning, 21 February, the dead were buried in the cemetery on Awni Zahir Street after a funeral service. That day changed my life. My wife and I had plans; we wanted to raise our daughter in a sheltered environment and give her a good life. But all that was destroyed. Israel took away my home, my family, my hope. Just like what happens to everyone in Gaza. My wife and her family were civilians. They had no connection whatsoever with armed groups. For three years, my wife worked as a lawyer at the Palestinian Center for Human Rights. Another part of this reality is that I was displaced several times. We fled again and again, living in emergency shelters made of sheet metal. On 4 December 2024, a blast hit the place where we were staying. My father, my three brothers, my sister's husband, his two daughters and other relatives were killed. Only my mother, my two sisters and I survived. We fled to Al-Mawasi near Khan Younis. On 5 December, we moved to my sister's house in Khirbet Al-Adas. We stayed there until the next escalation began in March 2025 – again accompanied by heavy bombing. When I heard about the massacre in Al-Sultan, where many people were killed, I decided to leave my sister's house. I didn't want to lose anyone else. Together with my mother and sisters, I fled to Khan Younis again. We still live there today but our living conditions are catastrophic. Cooking gas is virtually impossible to get, food is unaffordable or unavailable. Since the beginning of Ramadan in March 2025, the army has been blocking aid deliveries, and clean drinking water is also in short supply. We live in a hut made of zinc sheeting. It gets unbearably hot in summer and freezing cold in winter. I'm afraid of the constant sound of airplanes. A few days ago, a place near us was bombed and many people died. There is no safe place in the Gaza Strip. Even if people claim that Al-Mawasi is safe, many attacks are concentrated here. Quadcopters and Apache helicopters circle over our heads every day. Their noises never let the fear subside. I expect to die at any time – in my sleep, on the street, while fetching water. But I have already lost what is most precious to me: my daughter, my wife, my family. My father is dead, my brothers, my brother-in-law, my nieces, my cousins, friends – people I love. My everyday life consists of waiting. I knead bread in my tent and carry it to the clay ovens, where I wait in line for hours to bake it. I also stand in long lines for water – for a gallon that the tankers bring. That's my daily life: waiting in line to survive. I only wish for one thing: for this bloodshed to end. This suffering that accompanies us every day. I have lost my home, my family, my hope. I wish for death every second – because I live under great strain and fear, because there is no safe place in the Gaza Strip. Everyone lives in the shadow of their own death. Khan Younis, 3 April 2025 (Note: The testimony has been edited for clarity without changing the content). |