In Gaza City, we say goodbye Israel’s conflict and the two

For those who still care, this may be the last message I write from Gaza City.

We expect Israel to officially issue “evacuation orders” at any time now. My beloved cities, Gaza, stands on the brink of the complete military occupation by the Israeli army. Their plan is to force all of us to leave our homes and move to tents in the southern part of the tape. We don’t know what will happen to those who resist. We may live our last days in Gaza City.

Since the beginning of the war, we have heard that Israel wants to occupy our city and take it as a settlement area for its people. Initially, we did not believe that; We thought that this type of news was psychological warfare. After all, we had “evacuation orders” before and people were able to return, even if they were on the ruins of their homes.

On October 13, shortly after the start of the genocide, the Israeli army told everyone in the north of Gaza, including Gaza City, to move south. The orders were defined, uncompromising. Hundreds sometimes die in one day. Hundreds of thousands of people escaped south for their lives.

We did not. My father refused to leave our house, so we all remained. We lived in our house for several months in unbearable pain and fear. We have witnessed the destruction of our area with our own eyes.

Then the Israeli army cut the north from the south. Aid cannot reach the north. From January to April 2024, my family and I lived in the most strangled days of war. We were starvation. We have spent our days searching for anything to relieve our hunger. Sometimes, we were forced to eat animal feed.

In January of this year, when the ceasefire entered, people were allowed to return to the north. It was an emotional moment that reflects the extent of our association with us, the Palestinians with our land.

This time, the atmosphere feels different. It feels that the threat of permanent occupation and permanent loss is very real.

“In preparation for the transfer of civilians from the war area to the south … a large number of tents and shelter equipment will be allowed to enter (Gaza),” an Israeli army spokesman Avichay Adri on Facebook.

People all over Gaza read this news with a heavy heart. There are many questions and few answers: Where will we escape? When will this start? Does anyone intervene and stop this disaster?

People are emotionally, mentally, physically, physically, financially; They cannot bear more suffering.

Since my family and I heard this advertisement, we have been looking at each other with disorganized and frightening eyes.

When I saw pictures of social media from the tents and captains entering Gaza City, my heart stormed a million pieces. My future idea is stuffed in a terrified tent. My dreams are big. How can I put it in a small tent?

I told my father that I do not want to live in a tent. Tears were rolling on my cheeks. He looked at me with a deficit in his eyes and said: “We have no other choice. The tent has become our new reality.”

We don’t want to leave, but we feel that we have no choice. We don’t think we can bomb and bomb again. The Israelis are likely to be more brutal when it invades this time. You will not be a punishment this time; It will be complete.

Feeling the end of their city is coming, as people spend what they fear may be their last days with their families, and they eat one meal for this day, together. They wander around their neighborhoods, take pictures of themselves with places related to their childhood memories, and they acquire everything that might be erased.

I write these words, and sit in a common work space where many students and writers try to fight fear of what will come and work. They are hanging in their work procedures, hoping to obtain some natural chaos.

People in Gaza love life, even when life means staying alive at a minimum. Even in the darkest moments, we always find a way to get hope, joy and happiness.

I want to have hope, but I am also terrified – not only from bombs, from forced displacement, from tents and exile. I feel horror from pieces of the world, from silence.

I feel that what Israel is preparing for us in the south is the camp of detention, where we will cut off the world, our voices are muffled, and the mop of our existence.

I don’t know how long my words will reach the outside world, so I want to take this opportunity to make an appeal.

Do not forget me, Sarah Awad, a Palestinian student, whose biggest dream is to finish her testimony in English literature and become a professional journalist.

Do not forget the people of Gaza and their stories, which are two million stories about love, sorrow and perseverance.

Do not forget my city, Gaza – an ancient city, full of history and culture, full of love.

Do not forget how much we resisted and raised our homes and lands, even when the world abandoned us.

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