I am so sorry, my dear friends... I am having a great deal of trouble focusing this evening, although I have so much to share with you. I want to talk to you about what it means to realize that we are all human shields (if we have an ounce of love in our heart),, but I am being blown about by such dark winds tonight.. I am safe here at Al Shifa this very early morning, but friends are trapped in a hospital in the north that is being shelled. We received news just a short while ago that a close ally was killed this afternoon. While waiting for a press conference this afternoon, I learned of a five year old boy that was shot by a sniper. I am still trying to wrap my head around the attacks on the UNRWA school where so many were martyred an injured. A car was struck by a rocket just outside of the hospital grounds just a short while ago... I walked beside hundreds of refugees tonight when I left the hospital to visit the mosque... the numbers grow each day.... such dark winds my friends. Although I am feeling energized now (after two cups of Turkish coffee), today has been a day of such dark winds.... my day began when I was awakened unceremoniously by two huge explosions in the neighborhood - one of which sent a flash of light through my bedroom windows despite the darkening curtains... one of them destroyed a neighbors home entirely (a fisherman).... and the walk to Al Shifa this afternoon was serenaded by drones and the woosh of several rockets overhead.... F16 were everywhere... I have gotten too used to them. I barely acknowledged the shelling from offshore.... you just have to keep walking. Such dark winds in Gaza, my dear friends..... A doctor just walked in to tell of a short cease fire tomorrow morning for a few hours - and then his head dropped as he told us that another ambulance and a driver had been shelled in Khan Younis - and was dead. Such dark winds in Gaza, my dear friends. I remember waiting for the press conference this afternoon and being approached by so many young people while I was waiting...... they wanted to welcome me and to shake my hand..... I cant be sure but it seemed that they (we) wanted to connect at this time of such great human disconnection.... a time of tragedies that have become all too common place.... almost ignored like the shelling from offshore which I barely notice now. I needed them..... I dont know if they needed me - I needed them after too many years of disconnection in my own country. We looked to each other for support though... i could feel it.... but they did not need to be shielded... they needed (I needed) to be acknowledged. Over 850 dead now in Gaza. I just heard the latest tally. We are not statistics here is Gaza, my friends. We are not statistics.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 22:18:01 +0000
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