Meeting Gaza in the West Bank

During my visits to some of my beloved injured people of Gaza at the hospital here, where I thought I would be the one making things a bit easier on them, standing by their side, or I could be the one saying a word to give them some strength, it turned out that I was the one who felt stronger and even happier after the visit .

My visit started with the children’s wing, where I passed by Hamzeh’s room. A tiny little kid with very nice hair :) to find him sleeping :) literally like an angel.

I had to leave him then to go to an 8 year old blind cute girl, Shahed, with screws and gypsum on both her legs, who insisted that I should stay and have chocolates with her. I thought that I should be the one bringing candies though! Then all of a sudden she said an ayah from the Quran, to leave me in awe. Then she told me to give her a tape from the Quran, tapes she has in the hospital room to let her play it. And silly me was looking around, couldn’t find it till her father came after my desperate attempts, to get a big bag that I didn’t expect would be full of tapes. She picked one and turned her little tape player on. I was looking at her with mixed emotions. She is just an awesome child.

Then she told her dad to show me her pictures when she was dressing nice in Gaza. And let me be honest, she is a beautiful girl. That the attacks took much of her beauty, and her blind eyes miss a lot to see how much she is adorable.

She said many nice things like ”Yeay, when there’s finally no shooting in Gaza, would you come back there with us?“ and ” I love the resistance.”

And I wanted to give her a big hug when she told her dad: ” Why can’t they let her stay with us? ” … I felt so special :) .

Then I passed again by Hamzeh’s room and found him awake this time, to raise the victory sign with his little hand once he saw the kufeyya on my shoulders. (He is getting better, will get back to Gaza by this week. We are friends now ) :)

I then went to the women’s wing, where many of them can’t hide their worried faces over their families they left behind or their tearing eyes that they try hard not to show. I was overwhelmed with their nice welcome.

To the guys wing, where I could hear resistance songs out of their rooms, drew a smile on my face even before entering.

This wing – most of them lost one or many of their parts (legs, hands) or some have distorted faces – yet what very strong spirits they have. And I can’t describe how much dignity they have.

You can’t enter there just simply. You are visiting real men, the ones protecting their families, and I was this tiny girl, asking about those heros. I could see it in their eyes, they find it abnormal, they still find themselves able to do more, and I do believe it.

One of them who lost both of his legs told me with a big smile that they will be back there, to go on.

I know my people are strong, protective, and will do whatever for the land, the cause. But visiting them strengthened my faith of the non-stop giving. And that no matter how much we lost we still can give more with a smile, with nothing to bring our nice spirits down.

I just love my people to the max and I even can’t tell you how bad …

And I promise I will never fail my homeland and the cause, would walk on their track .

Was honored to meet them, hoping one day we will free the land from the river to the sea and live together.