« I will never forget what I felt when I arrived in France. It was a mix of denial and shock. I had been living in a tent in Gaza for a year and a half. My daily life was filled with bombings and destroyed streets. I never thought I would escape. It took me a while to realize I was really in Paris. I walked through the streets, looking at the people and the buildings. I was fascinated by what I saw. It was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Little by little, I came back to reality.
It’s hard, because I know what is happening in my country, and my family stayed behind. I left Gaza on April 16. I was part of a group of about 30 people who managed to pass the Rafah border crossing that day, to come to France. Other people were allowed to leave, heading to Belgium, Sweden or Canada. Buses were waiting for us on the other side of the checkpoint. We were taken to Amman, Jordan, where we spent two nights before flying to Paris. I was able to leave, because in January 2024, I received a scholarship to study at a music training center at Paris-Saclay University.
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