A diary entry by Safa Joudeh, a Palestinian journalist in Gaza.
Thousands of other families in Gaza have already been subjected to the horrors of destruction and displacement. We have seen the results of the vicious slaughter of scores of children after the Israelis hit the United Nations school where they had sought refuge. A few broken bones are far better than having skulls smashed or chests torn open. That’s how we see it. That’s our logic.
My 11-year old sister laughs as she imagines how people all over the world watch the horrific events taking place in the Gaza Strip. “Its like we are a scary movie. I’m sure people eat popcorn as they watch,” she says.
Before returning to our building, I couldn’t help but stare at it for a moment and think that our homes might not always be safe places. But, still, they give us a sense of warmth, security and protection that are worth fighting for til the very end. I also couldn’t help staring at the sky. The stars were beautiful and seemed to shine brighter than ever. I could make out several constellations and I counted five Israeli warplanes.
No. No we don’t. Our hearts are bleeding for you. But that is not enough, is it? Because our hearts don’t actually bleed. And if they do hurt, they do so for a little while in the time it takes to watch the news and read your diaries. And then we turn away, to eat and sleep and laugh. To live. And you lie, bleeding and broken. Ya Allah!!