ZIAD IN GAZA

The news is not good. The situation is getting worse – horrible and terrifying things are happening. The level of our fear is beyond normal. Nothing shows any sign of hope. I tell my friends that I am not sure we will see another morning.

I hear Ahmad outside, reciting a poem I love. I am not sure what prompted him, but hearing it warmed my heart:

“When you prepare your breakfast, think upon others / Don’t forget to feed the pigeons.

When you engage in your wars, think upon others / Don’t forget those who demand peace.

And when you return home to your house, think upon others / Such as those who live in tents.

When you fall asleep counting planets, think upon others / Who cannot find a place to sleep in.”

Is anyone thinking of us? And are we going to end up living in tents, or worse, become one of those who cannot find a place to sleep in?