ZIAD IN GAZA

 I see an old colleague. She used to fight with her husband all the time. We heard more about their marital problems than about work. All the time people would be trying to fix things between them, and she would always say she would definitely leave him.

Today, I saw both of them, they were wearing dirty clothes, walking with their children, but they were hand in hand. They looked happy! Did the misery force them to disregard all their differences and focus on love?

Not everything I saw was beautiful. I saw a boy wearing a pair of shoes clearly at least two sizes bigger than his feet. He couldn’t move easily. Another sight was a guy I know, a bank employee who always wears suits. Today, he was wearing a torn T-shirt with dirty pyjama bottoms. He looked exhausted.