New displacement....🚘🤔

From September 13, 2025

Credit: Displaced Palestinians sleep on the floor of a UN school in Jabalya refugee camp © AFP - Financial Times

In every corner of Gaza’s streets, chapters of an unending novel are written—a story whispered by souls before they are taken, and inscribed by feet fleeing a lurking death. We no longer live, but run through the rubble, as if trying to snatch a moment of salvation from the jaws of a beast. Yesterday, the street was our bed and the fragmented sky our ceiling, as we raced from place to place as if the earth were shrinking beneath our feet, gasping not for life, but for the chance not to die. Our food was delayed until midnight, as if we were negotiating with hunger for our very existence—but what kind of existence is this? We own nothing here, not even our memories, which have migrated with us. The home that once held us is now a heap of rubble, and my father, who was my support, is now a memory that aches in my chest whenever I stare into the void he left behind.

From Gaza 🍉

Giselle🦌