Ziad, a 35-year-old Palestinian, recounts the past few days in Gaza: the joy of a decent night’s sleep; the plight of disabled people; and how even a church can offer no sanctuary
8am I managed to sleep for four hours. It has been a long time since I achieved that. My friends, who always send me messages in the morning to check if I am still alive, or in their own words “just to see how you are doing”, were happy to hear the great news.
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