The pressure Israel puts on us brings back to my memory what happened with me that morning of May 5th when I was asked to leave Rafah.
Today, as I turn 25, everything feels surreal. Before the war, I used to imagine what my quarter-century birthday would be like. I never thought that I shall be spending it standing in queues…first for bread, then for water, and finally for something I was not even sure what was it! It turned out to be rice.
Honestly, I thought my 25th birthday would be about applying for jobs and scholarships. I would either succeed or fail who knows! I was lucky to get a scholarship, but as the borders now are closed, I am stuck in Al-Mawasi at KhanYunis.
What should I do? Should I visit the Red Cross and tell them that I need to leave? Tell me please, is there a way out?! Tell me, happy birthday, as I am still optimistic that I will find a way out.
(A photo of what I call my “tent.” It’s not a normal tent, but rather an open space where I can lay down in).
Abdallah Aljazzar
12/08/2024
