To my Jewish friend (you know who you are),
I waited for you to inquire about my family…you didn’t. Not even a private message, not a phone call.
I checked your Facebook page, wow…not one post about the massacres in Gaza. Some dinner party shots, something about ISIS and Syria but nothing about Gaza. Even though, it has been bombed for three weeks in your name.
I waited for you to ask how I was coping, you didn’t. I cope better on some days than others. I try to keep busy and I only sleep when I crash. My grandfather’s house was partly bombed, but like Gaza it is still standing…for now. Our land was destroyed…lots of new trees gone old trees gone but who cares about trees when lives are shattered. I waited for you to ask, but you didn’t.
My cousins spent the night on the eve of Eid huddled with their children under the kitchen sink as three bombs were dropped from an F16 over the apartment building they were seeking shelter in. They “survived” although that word is open for interpretation.
Over a thousand people killed mostly civilians …. entire neighbourhoods demolished bombed… but you didn’t ask.
All I can say is next time you visit Israel and enjoy yourself think of this: lots of blood has been spilled in your name and for your privilege.
A version of this post originally appeared on Facebook.