In this post, I will show you some pictures from my week:-

In the first picture: I was going to a filming site and was surprised by the bombing there while we were there, even though the place was classified (safe zone) by the Israeli army in Khan Yunis and that it was one of the largest gatherings of displaced people living in tents, I found myself transporting the wounded by car.. This is the blood of the child Ziad on the door. He was 8 years old and was killed on front of my eyes. On our way to the nearest field hospital - not near enough to survive if you are bleeding
They are trying to kill you with a missile, if you escape from) it... you will not find anywhere to save you because they (destroyed hospitals in Gaza

In the second picture: After I ran out of all the bandages and first aid kits that I always carry in my bag due to my attempt to treat the 7 wounded that we carried in the car, I am restocking some after I was able to obtain simple first aid kits from a friend who works in the medical field. I hope I do not luse them to treat children

In the third picture: This is what one of the largest population encampments in Mawasi Khan Yunis looked like, which included thousands of tents and more than 100,000 people after the Israeli army stormed it and killed and terrorized its displaced people who are escaping death for 9 months. The spirit of the children and mothers, the smell of food cooked over the fire, and the love among the displaced despite the months of the genocide disappeared, and all What remains is .ruin! And the remains of tents

In this post I will show you pictures from my week..

In the first picture: My feet after endless walking and moving for long hours looking for a place to move to after the evacuation of the Mawasi Khan Yunis border area with Rafah.
I spent more than 20 hours searching for any piece of land or apartment for rent or any space but my efforts were in vain!! There is no place in the small Gaza Strip that can accommodate all the exhausted bodies and oppressed hearts after being displaced for the thousandth time! In the end, I decided to stay in the same place I am until now, and I promised myself that I would not be displaced again except when I returned to my home in the northern Gaza Strip.

In the second picture: a body loofah handmade from a plastic onion bag, because there are no personal hygiene, washing or washing supplies entering the Gaza Strip! People bathe with salt water and use herbs or rough clothes instead of loofahs! We are without shampoo or soap and are very close to spreading lice, scabies and skin diseases! The Israeli occupation deliberately uses starvation, deprivation of treatment, and hygiene to kill the entire people of Gaza!

In the third picture: I am giving up my hair for the second time due to the lack of shampoo or any other product. I am surrounded by dust from the rubble of houses and the sandy environment in Al-Mawasi all day long, and I cannot keep my hair, which I love, healthy. I cut it off, despite my intense love for it.

In the fourth picture: I got some basil to make a dish of pasta, which I love, from basil that some displaced people planted in front of their tents. The Palestinian people are among the closest people in the world to their land, and the farthest from despair. We are a people who breathe freedom and life.

In the fifth picture: Finally, after many months, I got some milk to make the traditional dish that farmers make in my village of Beit Hanoun, which is (Al-Malha)