My city, Gaza, was beautiful. My street had trees and flowers. I played with my friends outside. We went to the busy market every week. I felt very happy and safe.
Two years ago, a war started. Everything changed. The bombs were loud. Our homes were not safe anymore. Many people left. My family and I had to leave our house.
Now, my city is very different. The buildings are broken. My old street is quiet. The beautiful market is gone. The Gaza I knew is just a memory. I am very sad for my home.