Future, it’s a big word for me!

The Children of Gaza

The amount of child injuries and deaths during the conflict in Gaza is devastating, with children making up about 30 percent of the civilian casualties according to the Unicef in a report by The Telegraph. There is no academic reading for today, only the words of children of Gaza (published online by The Hypertexts in an ultra simple format), which I will let stand on their own. We feel for all those lives that have been interrupted by war.

I am just fourteen

Hot tears racing down my cheeks
Deep wounds that shall never heal
Dreams of peace that had already ceased
Corpses, blood everywhere
Greed is to blame
Beauty and peace no longer there
Just in fantasies they lay
Souls and objects full of life
Eaten away by fresh fire
Destruction, deception that is left
What good will they get
Murder, death of loved ones
Filling hearts with bitterest desires
Terror and fear surrounding me
Closing in upon me
I stand silent, in a silent scream
That nobody can hear
For God’s sake I am just fourteen!

I have a dream …

I have a dream …
that one day Jews and Christians
will see me as I am:
a small child, lonely and afraid,
staring down the barrels of their big bazookas,
knowing I did nothing
to deserve this.

―The Child Poets of Gaza

Untitled

As an Israeli, I have come to understand:
there is no way to love Israel and reject a two-state peace,
no way to love Israel and reject Palestine.

—Yael Dayan, daughter of Moshe Dayan, Israel’s most famous general and Defense Minister

My Hope for the Future

Future – it’s a big word for me and I have a lot of dreams. One of my dreams for the future is that I want to be a journalist. Two years ago I decided to be a journalist because I saw that my friend was so happy with that work and I like to write and take photos and things like that. These days, I started to think about that idea.

My friend is Egyptian and she traveled to China, India, Iraq – all those places, so I thought of being a journalist just like that; traveling, shopping, taking some photos and writing essays but I forgot that I live in Gaza and those things are impossible for us.

I can’t travel at any time or write anything here. No one writes anything except about war and enemies (Israel) so my dream started to vanish.

Now I don’t know what I want to be and have no dream.

[print_link] [email_link]