ZIAD IN GAZA

 The only thing worse than complete desperation is desperation mixed with hope. It is like someone is putting your head underwater to drown, and then they pull your head up for a couple of seconds to take a breath, then push it underwater again. That is what we are going through, one bitter moment after another with a hint of positivity.

Wide awake, I couldn’t stop thinking of all the tragedies we have been going through. It is like one of those TV shows that run for many seasons and then, when the writers are out of ideas, they come up with an illogical scenario just to kill some characters off, introduce new ones and add some “spice” to the series. It seems that the writers of my own show have gathered and thought to themselves: “How could we make his life more interesting?” Someone jumped in and said: “Well? What about we get him and his family displaced, with little food and other resources? What about putting everything he believes in to the test? Also, why only him? Why not write an event that would affect everyone around him?” It seems that this storyline was approved by the production team and they went with it. All I hope for now is a couple of mundane episodes that could be easily skipped.