I still cannot adapt, even now. I feel as though I have been suddenly transported into another world. I often ask myself: Who am I? What is life? What does it mean to be human? These questions penetrate deeply into my awareness of reality, especially because I am not in the best circumstances. This makes everything I am experiencing feel even stranger and more difficult. In just one day, after only a few flights, I suddenly found myself in a safe place—no more bombs, no more snipers, no constant fear of death. For me, this transition is deeply shocking and painful, and it makes me feel the profound injustice of what we have lived through. When life forces you in a certain direction, all you can do is react and survive. But when life-changing decisions are placed in your own hands, a different kind of fear begins: Am I making the right decision? Will everything be okay? The unknown feels frightening when you are the one responsible for choosing the path. Perhaps what hurts me most now is simply being in a safe country, where people live relatively normal lives. It is one thing to know that people live under different circumstances, but it is something entirely different to experience and feel that immense gap every day. To be surrounded by people who have never had to struggle simply to survive, who have never seen their loved ones and neighbors killed or their cities destroyed, while many consider safety something normal and guaranteed. Our world is full of injustice, and that hurts deeply. Sometimes I ask myself: How can life continue as normal while my family and my people are still dying? My body is here, in a safe place, but my heart and mind remain there... in Gaza. 💔

Targeting is currently taking place on the land of Al-Sitt Amira in southern Deir al-Balah, and there are many casualties being transferred now to Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital. There is absolutely no ceasefire — the attacks are continuing in a very intense and relentless manner in Gaza as well.