Postponed thoughts
It's almost a shock for me watching the news about the bombing of another high rise building in the west of Gaza… I'm living in one of the high-rise buildings close to the beach… The circle of destruction is narrowing and coming closer.

Postponed thoughts
It's almost a shock for me watching the news about the bombing of another high rise building in the west of Gaza… I'm living in one of the high-rise buildings close to the beach… The circle of destruction is narrowing and coming closer.

After the shock
Deep sadness, fear of losing something or someone… I have a strange feeling trying to prepare to accept what will happen. The brutal bombing and attack continue and targeting high rise apartment buildings… I am still staying with my friends and I can't go to my apartment… I wake up this morning and I'm insisting to go my house. I want to collect all the pictures of my dad, my mom, my brother. They passed away. I want to bring the photos of my children which are hung on the walls of my house. I want to collect other small things in my house that mean a lot for me so I can start again if my apartment is destroyed. I feel the painful feeling of exile and starting from zero again… I am focused on my work. I focus The tragedy and impact of this attack is bigger than my personal problems…Everyone in Gaza is in pain. And everyone is steadfast too. This is a historical steadfastness never experienced before.

In my home
I closed the door to my house smiling but the tears were coming down my cheeks… I was saying bye-bye to every corner to every inch that witnessed the childhood of my children. I'm saying bye-bye to the walls where my children left marks over the years… Here is where we sit down, here we something… here we did… Here are my papers and gifts. Here is my happiness, my sadness. Here is my home.