In the midst of the war on Gaza, my nephew Khaled, son of my brother Ibrahim, was born into conditions that can only be described as hellish. He was born in the fifth month of the war, after his mother endured the harshest trials and the most unbearable suffering.

She was pregnant with him during the displacement and had to flee from constant shelling, running a long distance while dealing with the pains of pregnancy and the immense psychological pressure. She walked over 20 kilometers continuously during the second displacement from Jabalia to Al-Shifa Hospital in western Gaza, in a desperate attempt to save herself and her unborn child.

But the journey of pain didn’t end there. Khaled was born in a tent, in the midst of unbearable heat, surrounded by insects and harsh conditions. Nothing in the tent resembled a normal life. The air was stifling, food was scarce, and the water was contaminated. From his very first day, Khaled faced malnutrition, skin infections, and multiple diseases due to the unsanitary conditions he lived in. And now, he faces the cold winter of Gaza, where the freezing winds grow harsher each day. Khaled and his family live in a torn tent that barely protects them from the biting cold and rain, amidst challenges that are impossible to bear.

I was never able to give Khaled a toy or even smile at him with genuine happiness. All the toy shops were destroyed, and all we have left are shattered memories. Even my family hasn’t been able to see him for more than five months due to continuous displacement and the dangers of moving him amidst the bombing. Khaled and his brother Hamoud are overjoyed whenever I visit them. They cling to me.. playing on my back and in my arms, inviting me to join them in their simple games in the sand, as if those brief moments are the only joy they have in this terrible world.

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My name is Yamen Nashwan, and I am from Gaza. My family and I have been displaced five times since the conflict began, and each time, our situation has only worsened.

The first time we were forced to leave was from our home in Beit Hanoun. We sought refuge at my sister Nour's house in the Jabalia camp, hoping to find some safety there. But the war didn’t spare us. When the situation became unbearable, we had to walk nearly 20 kilometers with my sick father and mother to Al-Shifa Hospital in western Gaza. There were no means of transportation available, and the streets were unsafe. Prices for basic necessities were skyrocketing, and we had already lost our jobs, leaving us without any income to support ourselves.

Our journey didn’t end there. From Al-Shifa, we were forced to move again, this time to a shelter school in the Nuseirat area. The conditions were harsh, but we tried to make do with what little we had.

However, as the conflict continued, we found ourselves moving once more, this time to Rafah, where we now live in a small tent. The tent offers little protection from the elements, and our struggles have only deepened.

One of the most harrowing experiences was when my father, who had already been He was injured in his foot and suffering, fell and needed urgent medical attention. We had to carry him to the hospital in the dead of night, under the threat of aerial bombardments.

The fear for our lives was overwhelming, but we had no other choice. After a failed surgery in Rafah, we had to move him again to Al-Zawaida, hoping he might recover. However, the lack of food, medicine, and basic care has made his condition worse. We are desperate and exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

Our story is one of countless others in Gaza. We have lost our homes, our jobs, and any sense of normalcy. Imagine my brothers and sisters. The life we lead? Do we deserve this? I had such a beautiful life. How do we go on? 💔

This situation we’re all in is no coincidence , it’s going to take time to make a patriotic generation again. But it’s going to take all of us and with all our differences, there are efforts to destroy America as we know it and some of those efforts are now domestic.