Musings

Our land should never be used as a passage for war tanks for it to come and spread its terror and darkness.

Our sky only needs one sun to spread light, not fear and death.

A person should never answer a call of duty only to find his/her child killed and gone.

People should be safely sleeping in the warmth of their beds, not on the hard cold floor of a shelter.

Babies should never die alone away from their mothers, on a cold table connected to a tube. They should be warm listening to their mom’s heartbeats, and if they must go, then they must go in peace, not murdered with cold hands.

Children should never have the beauty of their face hidden behind bloodied scars, it should only be covered with smiles and joy of chasing colorful butterflies.

* This article is originally posted Lives Some Live. – This is a 51 day war account of the how daily lives during the third war on Gaza unfolded one day to the next for its devastated and grieving citizens. This is a heartbreaking nightmare. War is not just the numbers nor the political rhetoric it often masks itself in. In the end, it is about people coming to an abrupt end; and the continuum of life stabbed in the heart. In the end, it is about fear; constant fear, till cease fire is declared.