Overnight Traumas

Overnight Traumas

 

 How fast everything happens in Gaza. Everything goes very well; however, everything would turn upside down overnight. How hard when you are put in a position where you cannot expect how the  next second of your life would look  like and if you expected something, you would probably find the very opposite. 

In Gaza, traumatic things happen all of a sudden and this would have an irreparably everlasting effect upon you. In a blink of an eye –hold on! Don’t freak out- you  would become homeless, parentless, jobless, ownerless, penniless, hopeless, helpless, lifeless and a long list of an endless-less. 

A trauma of losing a scholarship overnight… 

You are  one of the  top  students, working very  hard to get  a scholarship to study abroad, willing  to face all the  severe conditions and restrictions for the  sake of education. YOU surf the  net,  apply for a scholarship, work  on its application and your CV, send them off via e-mail, receive an acceptance, feel overjoyed, start preparing yourself, your ticket, your visa and all the needed documents, and then you say farewell to your beloved family, shedding tears, promising them to come back very soon with a very  promising future. How easy to read such procedures and how  hard to get  done with a single one of it is! You feel you reach a turning point in your life the instant you wrap your arms around your mother’s back and place a tender kiss on her tearful cheek while  hearing her  heartfelt prayers mingled with her  heartrending sobs, wishing you the best of the best. Ultimately, you leave your home with many hopes and ambitions. 

Have  you  or have you  not  forgotten that you are trapped in an impoverished coastal enclave? In Gaza, to implement an implementable thing is un implementable. Well-done Israel!

 Don’t get  disappointed. Your visa is refused; your prestigious Fulbright scholarship is denied; your seat in your appointed university is lost; such golden opportunities are gone overnight and you are still –seemingly forever- besieged. Overnight, you are devastated; your dreams are usurped; your parents are heartbroken; your Gaza is still helpless. After several years of preparation, you  receive an overnight trauma by losing an unattainable scholarship.

A trauma of losing a whole family overnight…

At times, you  go to the  sea because it is one of the free-of-charge places available in Gaza and, perhaps, the  only  place where you have the  absolute freedom regarding your food sustenance, your humble outfit and your not-luxurious lifestyle. You can either take a thermos of tea  with some simple Thyme Manakeesh or you can order some expensive takeaways. It doesn’t matter. No one is there to judge you. You just go to the  sea to enjoy the overwhelming azure scene displayed there; the  cool breezes gently touch your face; the melodious sound of the  waves eases your ears; even the hot sands touch your toes give  you  the  sense of freedom while walking barefoot along the beach. Splendid! You go with your parents to have a very  intimate atmosphere and spend preciously memorable moments. Have  you  ever imagined that you  might go with your beloved parents and then, out  of a sudden, your parents and brothers are no more and you had to return home a fatherless, motherless, and, perhaps, a sisterless and a brotherless orphan. Your whole dear family  is callously uprooted OVERNIGHT. In a moment, you  are left alone in this mercilessly ruthless world. This is exactly what 10-year-old Huda Ghalia experienced in Gaza four  years ago. She witnessed her  fathers and siblings dying after a deadly Israeli explosion while  picnicking on a Gaza’s shore. Her screams makes any living heart bleed to death but  in vain!  Nothing would console her  tiny heart for her immense losses. Who is going to pay  her  back? And how? This  overnight trauma has taken away everyone dear to her in a blink of an eye.

A trauma of losing your job, missing your exams and … also overnight…

In Gaza, the so-called Israel can’t stop surprise you. In a twinkling, large factories, buildings, houses, mosques, hospitals…etc. would be totally bombarded and completely destroyed. Imagine someone owned a large food factory which employs tens people of large families and then in a few seconds, such a factory is no longer a factory but  a

devastated rubbles and scattered debris. The owner turns out ownerless, the  laborers are left laborless and families end up penniless. These things happen overnight in Gaza. OVERNIGHT and you  are  what you were not. You go to the university with hopes and ambitions only to figure out that your university is being targeted by the Israeli forces and what’s the  reason? Only some Israeli fabricated lies!

Chin up!

Israel hates not  only  you.  Israel is ready to kill whosoever supports you. Israel devours everyone cares about you. Israel wants to eliminate anyone thinks of you. Israel targets someone other than you.  This  time, Freedom Flotilla is the  victim not  you.

A trauma of losing a chance of meeting your international Pros….

You are  chosen as a translator in the  governmental committee. You feel  excited, not  only you, but every one in Gaza feels the same. Many are  gathered in Al-Mina, Gaza’s Fisherman Port where hundreds mini-boats set sail to greet the  Freedom Flotilla coming from Europe and Turkey. This  massive fleet, loaded with more than 700 solidarity activists, consists of eight ships, carrying thousands tons of humanitarian aids and construction materials, coming in solidarity with the  Gazan people in an attempt to break the hermetic siege imposed on the  Gaza strip for more than four  years. You feel enthusiastic and Freedom Flotilla’s members feel  so as well. You keep following up their news to know how  much left before them to be in Gaza. They  are  getting closer, closer and closer. After watching many YouTube videos, reading news articles, waiting the Flotilla on pins and needles, you  go to your bed early to wake up early to meet those heroes, to express how  grateful you  are  to them, to mutually share different experiences…. God! You can’t even sleep, thinking of the  coming lovely moments you would spend with them.

Ooh!  You only  wake up to find out  that your excitement dissipated the  moment you  hear that overnight this Freedom Flotilla turns out  to be a savage massacre. The so-called democratic state of Israel attacks them in the  international waters, killing  tens and wounding dozens. When you  watched those Freedom Fighters having such delighted faces, waving the  Palestinian flags cheerfully, chanting pro-Palestinian slogans ecstatically and then overnight you see the  very  opposite of what you  have seen for a couple of weeks, what your reaction would be?! A traumatic shock, wouldn’t it?

After spending a considerable period of time  planning and preparing, sadly their efforts and yours as well come to naught. Everything turns upside down overnight in Gaza and the  reason behind such brutal atrocities is the “lunatic state of Israel”.

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2 thoughts on “Overnight Traumas

  1. Oh my word! I finished reading your words and now I’m staring at the screen speechless!
    Fidaa, what you wrote reached the deepest of my heart. They were right when they said that what goes out of the heart must – for sure – reach the heart.

    How sad it is when you think of our Gaza. Our beloved Gaza is so tiny and helpless, but it’s never hopeless. It’s really amazing how people are full of patience and hope, although they are living in an unbelievable misery -if compared with other places.

    My dear friend keep it up.. I’m sure that one day you WILL be a famous Palestinian writer in sha Allah, because you’ve already stepped up to the world of writing.

    Your friend forever
    B.H.H.

    • ^_^ my lovely friend,
      Your words mean a lot to me. I wrote this almost 7 months ago and I still feel the pain of what happened to our supporter in the Flotilla. May God bless their souls & grant ’em His greatest blessings. Gaza, my homeland, is beyond description. I love it with all its hardships imposed on us. Elhamdulillah, I’m blessed being a Gazan. Many thanks are due to you, my friend. I appreciate your reading and your comment.

      Cheers,
      Fidaa A. Abu Assi.

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