How people of Gaza feel right now?
A 6 years old orphan child in an orphanage was adopted by a family who did not have children. They took him, embraced him like a son, provided him with shelter, food and love.
Three years later, the wife got pregnant and they had their own baby. What id they do? They brought the orphan child to the orphanage. He was crying all the way, he kept apologising all the way for any mistake he had made or that he might possibly make. He begged them to keep him. He did not understand what and why this was happening to him. Why was he being punished, why was he being thrown back to hell. After having some kind of peace, after having a glimmer of hope, they took it all away from him. He wished that they had never taken him out of the orphanage. Instead of being the most beautiful years of his life, the 3 years of being with this family became the ugliest memory, and left a scar on his soul and in his memory.
This is exactly what is happening to the people of Gaza. We wish there were no truce. After 15 months we got used to the war. The pace of war had slowed, and the bombing had become much less frequent. We had adapted, coexisted, and found a way to survive despite the scarcity of food, water, medicine, and security. We had adapted to this reality.
The truce gave us hope. We began to lick our wounds and fix what we could with minimal resources. We began to feel a sense of security and stability.
They stole this small hope from us. They threw us into the abyss of despair, destruction, hunger, thirst, death, wailing, and devastation. We wish they hadn’t stopped the war. We wish the war had continued as before. We wish they hadn’t given us hope. The worst thing that is happening to us now is that we have become hopeless.
Every moment is passing like in hell. We are dead but with some time differences between one another. We are living moment by moment through hell, just waiting for the end of us.