russian roulette palestinian style;

It was 4:00 a.m. The air was thick with fog, and we could barely see a few meters ahead of us. I walked alongside my friend, Ahmad, toward the Israeli and American-controlled aid distribution center, run by the so-called Gaza Humanitarian Foundation. It felt like we were marching toward our own deaths, but we had no other option. Our tents had no food.

We only left because we had heard that the American distribution point might open at dawn. Everyone was saying to be there early — “Maybe you’ll get something.” Even though the chance was slim, it was better than sitting and starving. Ahmad and I had gone with nothing but the last drop of strength left in us. 

We were sitting far from the sound of random gunfire, but even that wasn’t safe. One bullet could end you, and no one would find you. 

Ahmad suddenly asked, “Do you think World War III might break out?” 

I laughed bitterly. “You mean it hasn’t already?”...........more...........