In Rafah, we sit in flimsy tents as the bombs fall. There is no escape: we can only wait for the worst
Bahzad Al-Akhras I’m a doctor and psychiatrist, and before the war in Gaza, my days followed a reliable routine. I would go to work in the clinic, visit my friends and spend time with my family. I lived a normal life. Now, my family and I are refugees in Rafah, after the Israeli army ordered us… Read More In Rafah, we sit in flimsy tents as the bombs fall. There is no escape: we can only wait for the worst
