“ My phone battery is at 2%, and when I thought about who to call, I thought of you. I’m sure I’m going to die, my friend. This might be our last call. Since morning, I’ve been searching for a sip of water, but I can’t find any. My friend, here everything leads to death. They’ve killed more than 50 people right in front of me. I escaped from them by a miracle, surviving a massacre where more than 27 people, 27 souls, were martyred. People here die and are left on the streets. You look at them and keep walking, as if they were just stones. I sleep on the streets; I have no one. I live alone, without my family. My phone is about to die. I want you to know that I love you and forgive me if I’ve ever wronged you. ”
Mustafa, North Gaza 11.11 2024