ZIAD IN GAZA

 

Over a hundred days have passed. Is anyone but us counting? In the past, I have always wondered about that moment when medical workers, especially doctors, lose that part of themselves where they start dealing with sick people as work and not as humans. Right now, I ask myself whether people around the world witnessing and watching our misery have reached the stage where they think of us as merely news instead of children with dreams for the future; mothers and fathers who wanted a better life for their kids; teachers who wanted to inspire the coming generations; and workers and farmers and musicians who wanted to follow their passion.