At night, in the bitter cold, I was among the families living in displacement camps in northern Gaza. These camps were like a nightmare at the mercy of harsh nature. In the morning, I witnessed a family whose tent was flooded with rainwater, and at night, their suffering was repeated when the winds blew the tent away, leaving them homeless once again. Another scene was even more painful: families were trying hard to keep warm using what is known as “asphalt,” a dangerous and unhealthy method, but the only option available in light of the scarcity of resources. Black smoke filled the air, and children were trying to take shelter next to their fathers, while the sounds of the wind reminded them that this night might bring them new suffering.