From Rafah to Exile... My Heart Remains in a Tent
Iam Fidaa, a Palestinian woman from Rafah.
I was born and raised in that southern corner of Gaza—a city tucked between the borders, the sea, and the sky. My childhood was painted with the scent of jasmine, the laughter echoing through narrow alleyways, and the quiet resilience of our modest home. Rafah was more than a place—it was a feeling. A rhythm. A heartbeat.
