A young man in Gaza has shared his experiences living through the conflict:
“Just imagine, 1.8 million displaced civilians crammed into the south, an area already densely populated. Our brains can’t process it anymore – the dead bodies, the explosions, it’s too much … Aid is scarce … Daily, there are fights for food and water … Our only pastime has become looking at the stars, when they’re visible, and queuing for aid. The constant buzz of the zanana (drone) is unbearable. You don’t understand, it eats at my bones. It’s so loud, constantly interrupting sleep and conversation. It’s like someone shouting at you all the time.
Where I’m staying now, we have nothing – no food, no electricity, no water … Even basic needs like using the bathroom become a challenge without water … I’ve been using garlic cloves to treat my fever and flu because medicine is nowhere to be found. Yes, I still hold onto hope. This war has progressed through many phases, and now we’re in this brutal stage of survival.
Yet, we find ways to cope. We joke, we sing. It’s grim, and we know it might take years for people to return home, for hospitals and schools to function again. There’s a sense of hope about returning home, but the path to recovery is daunting.”