I was jolted awake at 2 am this morning by the deafening sound of explosions and relentless bombardment here in the Rimal neighborhood in Gaza where I live. The noise was so overwhelming, I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. I was in a deep sleep, as I am every night, worn out by the constant anguish we live through. There is no life for us — only survival in the temporary silence of a…
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