In the shadow of displacement and death: children-parents in the displaced persons camps in Gaza: She does not know how they fled in terror from the house after it was bombed. She herself felt nothing, only that her legs had become a running machine; While she was running, she heard a crying voice behind her, stopped for a moment, and found her little brother holding the bedclothes and crying, and thus realized that no one but them was left alive. She stands outside the entrance of the tent and makes a weak sound, like a hesitant bark, and moves the door gently, so that those inside will feel that she is coming. It is still very early, and those inside surely know who is outside. And so one of them sticks out his head carrying a large bundle of clothes, hands it to her without uttering a word, and she, as quiet as he, collects the bundle and quickly disappears from his sight. She will return in the evening, but this time she carries the contents of the bundle in her hands in the form of a small pile of neatly arranged clothes, the smell of cheap washing powder for washing by hand wafting from them - but this smell shows that the clothes are clean, and that the person who washed them did so diligently. She's 13, but she suddenly feels like she's twice her age. She lost her toys in their small house in northern Gaza, and found herself here in a tent with her relatives; Her parents and four of her brothers perished in the war, and there was no one left except her and her little brother, only six years old. One of her relatives took her to live with them in a tent. She has nothing left but them, and apart from a few faded pictures of her little house which is no longer there, and with which her parents and other siblings were also lost. She does not know how they fled in terror from the house after it was bombed. She herself felt nothing, only that her legs had become a running machine; While she was running, she heard a crying voice behind her, stopped for a moment, and found her little brother holding the bedclothes and crying, and thus realized that no one but them was left alive. She heard the voice of one of her relatives, who lives in a house next to theirs, urging her to run fast, and that's how they reached this place, after staggering from place to place. She now lives in this tent with her brother. Now she is his mother, and she must find a living for her so as not to feel that she is a burden on her relatives, who are only distant relatives.

2024-10-10 07:51:40Z

In the shadow of displacement and death: children-parents in the displaced persons camps in Gaza:
She does not know how they fled in terror from the house after it was bombed. She herself felt nothing, only that her legs had become a running machine; While she was running, she heard a crying voice behind her, stopped for a moment, and found her little brother holding the bedclothes and crying, and thus realized that no one but them was left alive.
She stands outside the entrance of the tent and makes a weak sound, like a hesitant bark, and moves the door gently, so that those inside will feel that she is coming. It is still very early, and those inside surely know who is outside. And so one of them sticks out his head carrying a large bundle of clothes, hands it to her without uttering a word, and she, as quiet as he, collects the bundle and quickly disappears from his sight. She will return in the evening, but this time she carries the contents of the bundle in her hands in the form of a small pile of neatly arranged clothes, the smell of cheap washing powder for washing by hand wafting from them - but this smell shows that the clothes are clean, and that the person who washed them did so diligently.
She's 13, but she suddenly feels like she's twice her age. She lost her toys in their small house in northern Gaza, and found herself here in a tent with her relatives; Her parents and four of her brothers perished in the war, and there was no one left except her and her little brother, only six years old. One of her relatives took her to live with them in a tent. She has nothing left but them, and apart from a few faded pictures of her little house which is no longer there, and with which her parents and other siblings were also lost.
She does not know how they fled in terror from the house after it was bombed. She herself felt nothing, only that her legs had become a running machine; While she was running, she heard a crying voice behind her, stopped for a moment, and found her little brother holding the bedclothes and crying, and thus realized that no one but them was left alive. She heard the voice of one of her relatives, who lives in a house next to theirs, urging her to run fast, and that's how they reached this place, after staggering from place to place. She now lives in this tent with her brother. Now she is his mother, and she must find a living for her so as not to feel that she is a burden on her relatives, who are only distant relatives.