A mother’s cry
I live in Gaza with my family. My husband is a doctor who treats patients in the camps without charging them any fees. He even goes from house to house trying to help in any way possible, especially those who are unfortunate. All of this has increased especially after the devastating damage that befell Gaza strip during the recent war. I have four children. They all live in Gaza but one.
This is how our tragedy started: My son is a university graduate who got introduced through Facebook to a girl from the West Bank. He could not go to the West Bank and she could not go to Gaza. The compromise was to meet in Jordan. (I am saying this in the good days) After getting to know one another and after few years, the couple decided to get married and it had to happen in Jordan. My son had to leave Gaza and she had to leave the West bank and get married in Jordan. The wedding took place and, because of the location, very few members of the two families were able to attend. I remained in Gaza together with my husband and our children because it was almost impossible to leave.
After marriage, both bride and bridegroom immigrated to Australia where he found a job in a company as an engineer. One year later, my son had a new baby girl that looks just like him. They lived in Australia and we kept in touch via the different computer contacts. Christmas passed, as well as Easter, and my son and his wife celebrated all the Holidays alone, which was really sad. The problem that we faced was not being able to keep in touch, especially during the way. Electricity was cut off almost every day for over 15 hours and when it was on the time difference did not give us a chance to communicate know or for them to enough about us. We lived in fear but at the same time we felt that he is in a better place because at least Australia faces no war.
Now that the war is over, my son decided to come and visit. He came for many different reasons, one being that his sister-in-law is getting married, and the other that he was hoping to baptize his daughter. Well, how can this happen? Where can he visit? Is it Gaza or the West Bank? Well, the only option was to coordinate and enter the West Bank. This is too bad, because if he enters the West Bank then he will not visit us or be allowed to see us and if he entersGaza then my daughter-in-law is not allowed to visit her parents.
My son is now in the West Bank, which is only an hour drive from Gaza. I cannot visit, nor can my family see or visit him. He baptized his daughter yesterday and he was telling me that it feels just like attending a funeral where you’re so sad that there is nothing you can do. Well, even in funerals people support you but in my son’s case, there was no one for him. Two weeks passed and no hope of any permission to visit the West Bank. What an irony. I cannot sleep dayor night knowing and thinking of my beloved son and his daughter who is one year now and is so close but I have not seen yet. He will leave to Australia in two weeks and again I cannot see him. This is unfair ……But is there anything we can do? I only can pray for peace and justice to prevail in this country for both. I pray that no one has to go through this. It is so painful, unjust and humiliating. This is something we are going through and hope that it is just a dream that we will wake up from. And if this is a good dream then I definitely want to see my son and his family.