Surviving War in Gaza, One Text Message at a Time

“Free, free, free Palestine!” “Stop-fire now!” “Each morning, I write on the group, ‘Please, are you all OK?’ That is the fourth day I’m attempting to succeed in Mother. You understand, I come from a comparatively small household. Father. Mom. Muhammad. Reema. Reham. Mahmoud. Rula. Ruwaa. Shaimaa. My childhood recollections. I odor the meals that my aunts and neighbors have been cooking. And when the summer time comes and the breeze of the seaside. However now? Day-after-day since Oct. 7, my physique is right here, however my coronary heart is linked to every one among my household. Up to now they’re alive, however they aren’t OK. Shushu is the youngest lady, and I’m the youngest boy. I form of helped elevating her. We’d at all times play collectively, and we have been form of the spoiled within the household. So Shushu and I and my mom have been at all times inseparable. There’s not a single secure place in Gaza. Every time I learn that they bomb a home in Nuseirat or bomb a home in Maghazi or in Zawayda or Deir al Balah or Rafah, I instantly suppose, Is it my sister’s home? Is it my mother and father’ home? I by no means thought that this chat group is a very powerful factor in my life. It breaks the information if my household is alive or not. I preserve attempting and praying. Attempting and pray.”