My name is Sujood, a mother of five children, the youngest a baby not yet a year old. My story, and my suffering, began with the start of the war on Gaza. I was forced to leave my home, my heart heavy and weary from the pain of parting. I left it with tears streaming down my face, my memories buried beneath its rubble, the memories of my children. I bid it farewell, contemplating every corner, each holding a memory of us. I left for a new place, its secrets and tragedies unknown to us. We went to buy a nylon sheet, now called a tent, which offers no protection from the scorching sun or the winter's cold. My children yearn to grow from the dreams of childhood to the age of youth, not to grow up according to what they call old age.

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