📅 26/02/2026
In Sharon Prison: The Corridor into the Unknown
Zahra Khadraj
I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know anyone. Everyone there was a stranger, an enemy, a violent person, with hatred gleaming in their eyes without shame or fear. I was terribly hungry, having eaten nothing for a day and a half. I was thirsty, exhausted, and my whole body ached terribly. The cold gripped my joints and bones, adding to the pain. I was tense and withdrawn, yet I didn't pay much attention to myself. My attention was consumed by others: the people of Gaza, and my family.
How many martyrs fell today? How many wounded could not be reached among the rubble? How many children perished under the bombardment? How many women were burned? Did the spokesperson for the Ministry of Health in Gaza come out and give the daily report on the health situation there? Did the aid enter? Or are the officials in Egypt still being strict about the Rafah crossing and refusing to allow aid in and the wounded and sick to leave for treatment? How are...