Rasha Abou jalal
Aug 29, 2025

Like so many other Palestinians in Gaza, I have ended up in a tent—the enduring symbol of displacement. I am camped out on the rubble with my husband and five children in western Gaza City. The merciless Israeli military machine is bearing down on us, getting closer every day and there is nothing we can do. But we won’t leave here.

At night, violent explosions from the eastern and northern areas of Gaza City thunder through the darkness, especially in the neighborhoods of Jabaliya, Al-Saftawi, and Abu Iskandar, just a few kilometers away from me, now emptied of residents.

The aim of the Israeli army in these residential areas is not just to invade and occupy them, but to systematically destroy them.

The army deploys robotic vehicles loaded with explosives into the heart of residential blocks and detonates them, causing massive destruction. Then they go to another neighborhood and do the same thing. Killing anyone who remains there. Their goal is to erase Gaza City entirely through this method.

In Gaza City, I Have Surrendered to an Unknown Fate

I am camped out on the rubble of my home as the Israeli army gets closer every day

^{Rasha Abou jalal (Drop Site News)}