Early in October, during the onset of the war, I found myself grappling with an impossible question: whether to try and flee my humble home in central Gaza with my husband Mohammad and our precious daughter Lya or to stay and face the storm together with all of my loved ones.
Then came October 13, a day that will always be etched in my heart. That day, the Israeli army dropped brochures from the sky, supposedly warning us to flee from danger. We decided to remain in our homes, believing it was better to die in our home than somewhere else in Gaza.
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