Driving from my home in Nuseirat refugee camp to Northern Gaza today was the longest road I have ever taken. I felt the road was endless.
We were determined to distribute food parcels today so the staff and volunteers from our partner, the Union of Agricultural Work Committees, worked around the clock to prepare everything. But when the Israeli bombing increased on Monday evening, I told them that we can postpone the distribution of food parcels: their safety is the most important.
We discussed until midnight about the possibility of distribution but we could not decide anything because things were getting worse. Today, we decided to distribute a hundred parcels in the northern Gaza Strip to the families most in need. I thought a lot to stay at home, especially since I have no important role today in the actual distribution of the food parcels. But I felt that it is my moral duty to be with the work team, at least morally to support them.
When I finally arrived at the distribution site and I found the engineer and volunteers of the UAWC and Jaber, our photographer, I somewhat relaxed. Every person was doing his or her part and working with all their energy in a completely unsafe area east of Jabalia Camp. We worked under the sound of the Israeli bombing because we each believe that we have a role in this hard time that we must play to the fullest. Everyone here in Gaza has their own way of struggle and resistance.
In the end, we succeeded in distributing food parcels with fresh produce from Gaza farmers to 100 families.