My close friend, who is also our team’s photographer, was injured in a strike while walking down a street in Gaza City. What happened to him reminded me of a terrifying reality we face every single day: in Gaza, we never know whether we will make it back home alive or whether our families will receive the news that we have been killed. We leave our homes without knowing if it will be the last time we see our families. We walk through the streets, trying to take care of the simplest daily necessities, with no guarantee that we will reach our destination safely. Imagine living in a place where simply walking down the street could cost you your life, where every day you face the possibility that you might never return to your family and could instead become another name among the dead. This is the terror we live with in Gaza. There is nowhere we can truly feel safe. Even the streets and roads we walk along every day are no longer safe. We have been forced to live with the constant possibility of death, trying to hold on to life in a reality that denies us even the most basic of rights: to leave our homes and return to them safely.