My name is Dalia Abuzeid. I am a Palestinian filmmaker. Originally, my family is from the city of Yaffa, Palestine. When the Israeli occupation started, in 1948, my family was forced to move to Gaza. In 1967, due to my uncle’s illness, him and my grandmother went to Egypt. While there, the 67 war broke and, unable to cross back to Gaza, the family had only one option to reunite: they came to Jordan and became refugees.

I was born and raised in Amman, Jordan and had to live with the limitations of having a Gaza Strip ID: I am a citizen of nowhere, therefore I lose the rights of public medical care, public education and many career options. Traveling is nearly impossible.

Having that said, I have a really good life when compared to the lives of the 20 thousand and more people living in Jerash refugee camp (known as Gaza camp). My father was one of the few lucky refugees who made it out of the camp.

Being close to this issue sparked an interest that led me to visit the refugee camp in several occasions. I have been shocked with the degradable human conditions I’ve witnessed. None of the refugees I have seen is physically, socially or psychologically healthy. I have sat with those who lost their children, as they were unable to afford medical care; I have entered the zinc-roofed “temporary” houses, as they cannot afford the cost that comes with building a cement roof; I’ve sat with someone who is dying and can be saved if given medical attention; I’ve walked over the open sewage paths that pass by every street, causing a massive daily health hazard.