30 April 2024
Lost
Here we are in Egypt, in Cairo, this beautiful city, with no war, no bombing, no destruction, no killing, no drones disturbing our sleeping, no images of starving people, no garbage in the streets, no sewage leakage, no sad faces, no miserable children or crying women, no broken men. Yet, we still can’t sleep, we are still afraid, we still panic.
We left Gaza, and we left everything; the home which is damaged, our belongings, and our memories. We left our brothers and sisters, we left our friends and jobs.
What do we have here? We are alive, that’s all. How long we can stay here? We are not even considered refugees, we have no identity, we are just bodies moving with no purpose, with no future. Only darkness and uncertainty.
Our past was stolen, and our present is frozen like a repeating moment that will stop with the end of our money, and this won’t last much longer.
I am afraid, I am worried. I don’t know what to do! I start to question myself, was it right to get out? I know it was right, I owe this to my wife, to my daughter, to myself to do what can to stay alive. But what’s next?????