In Rafah
2am, sitting on my mattress unable to sleep, thinking of what is coming and all the threats to invade Rafah. The last few days, the bombing and the shelling on Rafah by the Israeli army increased.
It was silent and quiet since early evening when the silence was broken by air strikes, intensified air strikes on Rafah City, heavy shooting and shelling. How many people died and injured? How many houses destroyed by these strikes? I don’t know. I will know tomorrow from the news, if I’m not one of the dead.
I don’t know what is happening. Did they start the invasion of Rafah? Despite all the warnings of all the world, despite the possibility of committing new, grave massacres? I don’t know. All that I know is that I am terrified, disabled, and have no choice.
The bombing, the shooting and the air strikes continue while I am writing these words.
When I opened the laptop half and hour ago I was planning to write something else. I wanted to tell you about something I heard a child ask his father.
The child said:
- Dad, what if we stop eating so we get smaller and smaller until we become small enough to get into my mother’s belly and then you take her out of Gaza and she gives birth to us in a safe place where there is no bombing? Is this possible?
We were 5 men there. We heard the child, we were astonished. Not one of us said anything.
The bombing, the air strikes and the heavy shooting continue and I will stop now so I can send you this episode, just in case…