{"id":14274,"date":"2012-11-21T14:37:42","date_gmt":"2012-11-21T21:37:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/?p=14274"},"modified":"2012-11-21T15:04:16","modified_gmt":"2012-11-21T22:04:16","slug":"gaza-after-seven-days-all-you-can-do-is-blink-a-small-boy-walks-in-his-friends-funeral-with-endless-looks-inspecting-the-nothingness-before-him","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.crookedbough.com\/?p=14274","title":{"rendered":"Gaza: After seven days, all you can do is blink &#8211; a small boy walks in his friend&#8217;s funeral with endless looks inspecting the nothingness before him"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Here, in Gaza<\/strong><br \/>\nby Rawan Yaghi &#8211; 21 November, 2012 &#8211; Mondoweiss<\/p>\n<p>In Gaza, I sit behind my screen, devastated. \u201cI don\u2019t want to report on twitter, anymore\u201d I think to myself. Then I take my words back and try to keep myself busy with it.<\/p>\n<p>For the last seven days, I\u2019ve been following the news, translating them and posting them on twitter after they are \u201cconfirmed\u201d. One martyr here, another there. A child here, a child there. A woman here and a woman there. One, two three injuries coming into Alshifa hospital. I\u2019ve been eliminating my feelings for seven days. I\u2019ve been watching my language, spelling, punctuation and feelings. Today, I broke down. For a moment, I didn\u2019t care where the last explosion was. If what exploded has exploded, what is my tweet going to do about it, I thought again. My Mom said the name of the place being targeted in surprise. Why are you surprised, I thought again. They\u2019ve been bombing children for the past seven days. Why on earth are you surprised they\u2019re targeting a commercial building.<\/p>\n<p>In Gaza, children, if their lives were spared, wait in hospitals, bandaged and scared, for their dead mothers to rush towards them. Others lie alone, along with their siblings, or beside their father, faces deeply cut, hearts still as rubble, their eyes sleepy as in the night before when they couldn\u2019t sleep, some with twinkling eyes. Still, they breathe no more.<\/p>\n<p>In Gaza, a mother runs to hospital praying and hoping that the unidentified torn child isn\u2019t hers. She knows it\u2019s him. He was playing football a second ago. His jacket is also torn there beside their house. She is definite. She only collapses when she is confronted with the fact.<\/p>\n<p>In Gaza, a man, blouse drained in blood, cracks when a doctor tells him that his son is already dead. He doesn\u2019t know in which corner he should hide his face. A wall interrupts his strides. And, he crumbles there.<\/p>\n<p>A boy, in Gaza, hasn\u2019t spoken to anyone since the news of his friend\u2019s death. He walks in his friend\u2019s funeral with endless looks inspecting the nothingness before him.<\/p>\n<p>In Gaza, four generations live. The youngest is buried.<\/p>\n<p>After seven days, all you can do is blink.<\/p>\n<p>Here, we stand.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/mondoweiss.net\/2012\/11\/here-in-gaza.html\" target=\"_blank\">&#8230;source<\/a><\/p>\n<div class=\"igit_tsb_button\" style=\"float: left; margin-right: 10px;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/share?url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.crookedbough.com%2F%3Fp%3D14274&amp;text=Gaza%3A+After+seven+days%2C+all+you+can+do+is+blink+-+a+small+boy+walks+in+his+friend%27s+funeral+with+endless+looks+inspecting+the+nothingness+before+him&amp;count=horizontal&amp;via=\" style=\"\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here, in Gaza by Rawan Yaghi &#8211; 21 November, 2012 &#8211; Mondoweiss In Gaza, I sit behind my screen, devastated. \u201cI don\u2019t want to report on twitter, anymore\u201d I think to myself. Then I take my words back and try to keep myself busy with it. 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