"Two days ago, I was meeting with three Gazan friends in a cafe when a man in his early fifties joined us.
Abu Fadi was a bus driver from Rafah.
I asked him where he was staying in Cairo. “Downtown. I got out of Gaza a few days ago.”
I asked him whether his wife and children were with him.
“No, I’m by myself here.”
My friend Ahmad, a novelist who left Gaza just last week, prodded me in my thigh, asking me for my Egyptian phone number.
A minute later, I got an SMS from Ahmad:
This man lost his wife, children, and grandchildren in an airstrike."
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