My father, Najy Ajour, was supposed to leave Gaza for Egypt to reunite with my mother, two sisters and their children. I had convinced them to leave for their safety after our family home and second flat in Tal al-Hawa were destroyed. They had already endured a dehumanizing displacement journey that left trauma and deep scars. With the support of friends, I was able to arrange their departure…
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