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My Child Came Back: In Gaza, 'Safety' Is A Dream

Abu Ahmed had seen the horrors of children being separated from their parents, of children being forcibly taken away바카라 웹사이트and when his child바카라 웹사이트was separated from them the horror stories kept coming back to him.

Fatima Shaheen' daughter Aylool caresses her mother's cheek after her release from an Israeli prison
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My friend바카라 웹사이트carried his바카라 웹사이트old mother and started running with her. She was heavy and he바카라 웹사이트could not hold her for a long time and run with her. If he바카라 웹사이트went back to get her wheelchair,바카라 웹사이트he바카라 웹사이트or his바카라 웹사이트mother could be dead. The distance to wherever바카라 웹사이트he had바카라 웹사이트to go was바카라 웹사이트long and he바카라 웹사이트could not carry his바카라 웹사이트mother. We wanted to go south, maybe there바카라 웹사이트will be some safe place. He바카라 웹사이트put his바카라 웹사이트mother down and ran to get the chair reciting the Shahada and preparing to die바카라 웹사이트any moment. 바카라 웹사이트바카라 웹사이트

He바카라 웹사이트picked up the chair and ran back before the tank blocked the road. At the last moment, my friend바카라 웹사이트overtook the tank, jumping before it closed the road, while we바카라 웹사이트all kept running with the soldier라이브 바카라 voice loudly calling us “No stopping, no stopping,”

We had all바카라 웹사이트checked our family and my friend had looked for his바카라 웹사이트family.바카라 웹사이트We could바카라 웹사이트not find his바카라 웹사이트eight-year-old daughter Yasmeen바카라 웹사이트among them. He had started shouting at everyone asking for Yasmeen, but no one had seen her. I must return바카라 웹사이트he had said. We all shouted at him that stopping was prohibited, they would shoot him and kill him.바카라 웹사이트His father had pulled Abu Ahmed forcefully urging him바카라 웹사이트to go forward. Abu Ahmed had kept repeating – may God bless you my Yasmeen, my little girl, my love.바카라 웹사이트

He was walking towards the south and images of Yasmeen바카라 웹사이트did not leave his mind – the day she was born, the first time she took steps바카라 웹사이트and how he helped her walk, how many children라이브 바카라 stories and songs he sang to her before bed, the first day she carried her small bag to kindergarten like an innocent,바카라 웹사이트colourful바카라 웹사이트butterfly. Yasmeen, Yasmeen, Yasmeen바카라 웹사이트he and everybody had cried. 바카라 웹사이트바카라 웹사이트

He woke up to바카라 웹사이트his wife telling him that they had arrived at the entrance of Nuseirat Camp. She told him that they would wait at Salah al-Din Street. Someone may have taken Yasmeen바카라 웹사이트and will bring her here, his wife had said. Abu Ahmed and his wife had sat there waiting. The faces of the people were covered in dust, sadness, anger바카라 웹사이트and the absurdity of the universe on their faces. Abu Ahmed kept repeating, "May God protect you, Yasmeen".바카라 웹사이트

They kept sitting there for three hours. Suddenly, the sea parted from the flood of people and Yasmeen바카라 웹사이트was walking with a man carrying his children. When she saw her family, she quickly ran to her mother바카라 웹사이트and everyone started crying and바카라 웹사이트thanking the man for her return. 바카라 웹사이트바카라 웹사이트

Abu Ahmed had seen the horrors of children being separated from their parents, of children being forcibly taken away바카라 웹사이트and when his Yasmeen바카라 웹사이트was separated from them the horror stories kept coming back to him. He knew that this time the power of his prayers had brought back his Yasmeen. When you don’t바카라 웹사이트know what is there for you the next minute, how can you know what will be there tomorrow?바카라 웹사이트바카라 웹사이트

We all dream of safety, of being without fear, of our family's safety, but we also know that these are just dreams.바카라 웹사이트바카라 웹사이트
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(in arrangement with the Ashtar Theatre, Gaza)

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