The possibility of death grew more tangible with each report documenting violations by the Israeli army, and with every journalist colleague killed. For the first time, staying alive became less about survival, and more about racing against time to document as many stories as possible before meeting the same fate.
It was a race with no clear finish line – where the value of time was no longer measured in hours, but in stories captured, lives witnessed, and voiceless victims finally being heard. An immense responsibility fell upon all local Palestinian journalists the moment Israel decided to bar international correspondents from entering Gaza.
Continue reading at https://www.middleeasteye.net/opinion/gaza-ceasefire-how-i-survived-israel-genocidal-war