‘Time for us to leave’: Gaza reporter, again, joins thousands fleeing

Sunday night, my head heavy with congestion, I tried to sleep through a deepening chill.

I ached for a comforting hot tea. With no fuel, electricity, or hot water in my family home, I shook the thought from my mind and tried to go back to sleep.

Then the airstrikes began. I guessed it was in Maghazi camp, 2 miles away. The pitch-black night sky lit up in fiery hues of crimson and tangerine.

The next morning, as part of my daily routine to gather firewood to bake bread, I went to collect grass from our backyard when my brother stopped me at the door. He