This is the latest satellite image of the Beit Lahia Cemetery, where my younger brother Hudayfah, my maternal grandparents, and two uncles are buried.
I saw the cemetery after it was struck by Israeli terr0r attacks before I left Gaza in December 2023. Later, I saw it again during video calls with relatives. The destruction and desecration were horrific.
Now I am seeing it from above.
What has been done to the graves of our loved ones is devastating. In the lower part of the cemetery, Israeli soldiers carved a road through the cemetery so tanks could move freely from one street to another.
You can see it clearly in the satellite image.
I remember, starting in fifth grade, stopping at the graves of my grandmother, Ameena, and my uncles Naeem and Abdel-Rahman to recite prayers for them.
Now I can see that the tank road cuts through what used to be their graves. I can almost feel the dust of their bones scattered across the ground, yearning for the olive tree that once shaded them.
This is another wound added to countless others. The heartbreak does not stop. It follows me every day, every night, every second, with every memory, every photograph, and every bomb.