Back to Rubble: Walking Home in a City That Forgot How to Be a City
They come back on foot, or in the backs of battered pickups, or clinging to the hope that a ceasefire can be more than the pause between blasts. They arrive at dawn, when the light makes the ruined skyline look almost gentle — and then their eyes take in the truth: rooms gone, stairwells collapsed, whole apartment blocks reduced to neat piles of concrete like giant, broken sugar cubes.
“I have to walk a kilometre and a half… just to fill two water containers,” said Hossam Majed, 31, as he stood beside a mound of rebar and masonry where his living room used to be. He had managed to salvage a few bits — a table, a chair, and a much-prized water tank — and with those he had begun the ritual of making a life out of what remained.
This is the northwest of Gaza City, Sabra neighborhood and its surroundings: empty streets lined with the detritus of ordinary lives. You can still see a child’s shoe catching the wind on a twisted piece of metal. A Palestinian flag flutters from a pole near a makeshift tent. The cadence of daily survival — water, food, warmth, safeguarding what’s left from looters — plays on repeat.
Faces of Return
Umm Rami Lubbad is one of those who fled south to Khan Younis as the fighting intensified, hoping to wait out the worst. She returned with a small fleet of hopes: a mother’s wish for stability, the idea that their home could be a refuge again. Instead she found a horizon of rubble.
“My heart nearly stopped when I saw the house reduced to rubble,” she told me, her voice quiet with a kind of exhausted disbelief. “I was looking as far as my eyes could see — and saw nothing.”
Her family sleeps on the street most nights. “We sleep in the street regardless. I don’t have a tent,” she said. When shelling made being outside simply impossible, neighbors took them in. They gather wood for cooking, a gas canister for warmth, and try—half-joking, half-pleading—to fashion sanitation out of scraps.
Ahmad al-Abbasi hoped for a more hopeful return. He had left the city when the onslaught began and came back expecting familiar doorways. “We came back north hoping to find our homes and rebuild our lives. As you can see… Gaza has turned into a ghost town,” he said, gesturing to the five-storey skeleton that once was his building. He had anchored sheets with cinder blocks and iron rods, draping a sheet to make a single room in the open air.
“We’ll try to fix even just one room or one tent to shelter ourselves, our children, and our families,” he added, adjusting the fabric that flapped loudly in the wind like a weary flag.
Daily Life: The Arithmetic of Shortage
Electricity is a rumor. Internet is intermittent. Food and basic goods — where available at all — cost more in the north because fewer suppliers make the journey and risk the crossing. “Even food is more expensive than in the south because it’s scarce,” Hossam said, tallying the new, harsher budget of survival.
Water journeys are a test of endurance. Clean drinking water, the most elemental human commodity, has become the object of a daily pilgrimage. Lines form at communal taps and distribution points; people queue with bottles and jerrycans, bargaining over an invisible currency: time. Without fuel, generators sit silent. Hospitals operate on the edge of feasibility. Clinics are overwhelmed. The very infrastructure that supported life begins to erode.
When Health Systems Are Hollowed Out
The World Health Organization has been blunt: infectious diseases are “spiralling out of control” in Gaza. Of the territory’s 36 hospitals, only 13 are even partially functioning, and in Gaza City — the urban heart of the strip — the WHO counts eight partially functioning health facilities. Staff shortages, depleted supplies, and the trauma of two years of conflict have left survivors trapped between injury and absence of care.
Hanan Balkhy, regional director for WHO, framed the scale of the crisis in stark terms: “Whether meningitis… diarrhoea, respiratory illnesses, we’re talking about a mammoth amount of work.” She warned that the challenge is not simply to repair, but often to rebuild — a job that will require billions of dollars and likely decades of effort.
The human toll is staggering. According to Gaza’s health ministry — figures reported by local authorities and considered reliable by international bodies — nearly 68,000 people have been killed since October 7, 2023, when Hamas’s attack on Israel sparked the current conflict. The United Nations reports that more than 800 attacks have hit health facilities since then. Almost 42,000 people are living with life-changing injuries, and a quarter of them are children.
Mental health needs have surged as well. The WHO estimates that over one million people in Gaza require urgent psychosocial support after enduring years of bombardment and displacement; services are stretched beyond breaking. “There are children who have received zero doses of routine immunisation in the last two years,” Balkhy said, underscoring the long tail of crises — from vulnerability to outbreaks to lost futures.
What Comes Next?
The ceasefire has created a fragile space in which aid might move more freely. International leaders and humanitarian agencies have called for corridors for fuel, medical evacuations, and large-scale shipments of food and medicine. But for families on the ground, the immediate calculus is brutally simple: Where will we sleep tonight? How do we keep our children fed? Who will mend the shattered roof?
An aid worker I spoke with, who asked not to be named for security reasons, said, “If we can get fuel, people can begin to run pumps, sterilize water, and power operating theatres. Without fuel, the whole system remains on its knees.”
Rebuilding will not be only about concrete and cranes. It will require political will, coordination across borders, and an honest accounting of what decades of neglect and two years of warfare have done to institutions and people alike. It will also require asking difficult questions about displacement, return, and how to rebuild communities, not just buildings.
Why This Should Matter to You
When a city is reduced to rubble, it is not just homes that crumble: schools, clinics, markets, stories. The consequences radiate outward — to neighboring regions, to economies, to the next generation. The echoes of this crisis will influence migration, health security, and geopolitical stability across the broader region.
What do we owe the families who carry a water tank across a torn street? What does a single flag, pinned to a makeshift tent, ask of the rest of the world? If you believe in basic human dignity, the images of Gaza’s rubble demand a response: not just sympathy, but the political and practical will to move aid, to protect civilians, and to invest in long-term reconstruction that centers people, not just infrastructure.
For now, people like Hossam, Umm Rami, Ahmad, and Mustafa remain on the edge — returning, sifting, salvaging, and imagining a future that feels unbearably distant. They ask for tents, water, fuel, doctors, and a space to grieve and to begin again. They ask, quietly and insistently, to be allowed to live with dignity.