I'm a nassra. I live in Gaza with my child: my daughter Judy and my son Jawad. I had a husband.
My story is different. I lived with my husband and children in my beautiful house. But in a minute, I lost everything. I always felt like a princess in my beautiful home with my beautiful family. Now I have broken wings, moving from one place to another with my kids as if we were beggars
My story in short.
But among all those words are painful events that I alone know.