Mohammed, 27, from Jabalya refugee camp
We were at sea for six long hours, dozens of people crammed into a small rubber dinghy. I could feel the arm of Sarah, the Syrian girl, stretching toward me while I daydreamed about freedom, which looked closer than ever. The dream shatters with a big wave that floods the dinghy. In my heart, I was afraid, but I felt safer on the open sea than in merciless Gaza.