Ziad, a 35-year-old Palestinian, recounts the past few days in Gaza: how hard it is to get healthcare, hearing from friends on the move in search of safety – and no let up from airstrikes
8am I have not lost hope, but I have never been as peaceful as I am now with the idea of death.
The air breezed upon us, from the road of the valley
Oh breeze, for love’s sake, take me to my homeland
I’m scared, oh my heart, to grow up in this exile,
And my home wouldn’t recognise me
Oh God! I miss my home. I am hopeful, yet I am full of despair.
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