After a war that lasted for a year and five months, we finally returned to northern Gaza. The journey back was heartbreaking—we had to walk 10 kilometers on foot, stepping over roads that were completely destroyed, each ruin telling a story of loss. But what awaited us at the end was even more devastating—Gaza was no longer the Gaza we knew. It had become a ghost city, erased from existence. My home, once a warm shelter for my family, was gone. Nothing remained but rubble and an eerie silence. The harsh reality is that there is no life here; Gaza has been completely wiped out.



















