I survived a year of genocide, I have changed and old Bisan is gone forever, I left her in the garden in the North of Gaza Strip..

- The first picture is for my tent in the backyard of Shifa'a hospital, I remember my dad was searching for anything to cover us from the rain back in October 2023 and he found this billboard on the street, I lived here for 30 days - North Gaza.

- the second picture is for me covering the bombing for the first time in Shate'e refugee camp - North Gaza

- third picture is for a group of children displaced in a school and taking a selfi after we enjoyed painting our faces with the smiles we were deprived from. - North Gaza

- forth picture is on the entrance of Shifa'a hospital were I used to set on the ground to catch internet and post the updates - North Gaza

- fifth picture, the last time I touched my Grandma hand before she passed because of the poor health conditions and wide spread infections in Shifa'a hospital where we were displaced with 60,000 other displaced people.

- sixth picture, Is an art work for an artist that I don't know but I owe her/im/them a deep respect and thanks for this, comment for credit 🙏🏻

- seventh picture, the tenth of November.. the last time I saw my home and my kittens, before fleeing to the South Gaza.

- eighth picture, Dodo my little sister an hour before leaving the north, we slept that night in a school next to the home with people we don't know, we saw our home from the window and we couldn't sleep in it, I remember the random bombshell of the inhabited houses, she is smiling as usual 🤍

- ninth picture, drinking our first family tea in the south, after leaving our home, land and everything we have in the north, and being homeless until now.

- tenth picture, 6 days truce during November and the closest point to the north I could reach was the sign welcoming me to Gaza city (the north of Gaza valley)