By Nancy Mansour
I want you to read this and really think about the situation.
Yesterday I went with Basem Ammous Young-b and Moh Imi to Jerusalem to check on the Palestinians from Gaza I have been visiting for the past week.
There were new wounded people who had come in and I met a few. One of them is the woman in the picture above whose name is Najah Abed Dayem, 51 years old. She was there with her brother. She did a video interview with me which I will release soon. She told me that after Israel blew her brothers house to bits with NO prior notice she had taken refuge with her family in the United Nations School. She made sure to tell me that no Hamas rockets nor any resistance had been present in the school since they had tight security provided by the United Nations themselves.
She told me that her husband and one of her sons had been blown to bits and two other sons were in hospitals, one in Egypt and one in Nablus. Ibrahim who had been hit in the leg with a rocket was sent Nablus. I told her I was going to there today and she asked me to visit him. I told her I would and she asked if we could call her so she could speak to him.
Today I went to Nablus to the Najjah Hospital. I asked for Ibrahim and they took me to his room. I was told to put on protective gear since he wasn’t doing so well, I thought “but its only a wound to the leg”, I walked into his room and almost fainted.
Ibrahim has nothing but a torso left. Literally. Gorgeous young man of 23, I said hi (gulping my fucking tears like a big old wimp). He said hi and I explained that I had seen his mom and she sent her love, etc.
He immediately started to cry and asked me to promise him she is ok. I told him “YES! she is amazing, she even did a video interview with me and we took a picture together…do you want to see it?”. With that his uncle looked at me and whispered, “He cannot see any more from the shrapnel that went into his eyes”, Ibrahim started crying.
Crying so hard and I could do nothing.
Helpless, I told him who I was and about Existence Is Resistance he said to me “I want to speak to my mom, please can I speak to my mom”. I told him “here is a cellphone from the donations we are receiving you can keep it”. We called his mom. He started crying when he heard her voice. There were some young men with me from Balata Refugee Camp who had to leave the room from the heartbreak they felt.
He then proceeded to tell her “My dad’s phone must have been stolen, I can not get a hold of him” unknown to him that his father was martyred at the UN school. I wanted to cry so bad. He asked his mom about his brother Abed, at which point all I heard was Ibrahim screaming at the top of his lungs “nooooooo noooooo nooooooo……not Abed…….please nooooo”….she had just informed him that Abed had been martyred (murdered by Israel). Ibrahim’s screams filled the hospital, the doctors came running in, it was pure chaos.
I can honestly say that I could not in my life had felt more helpless, sad, sick and disconnected from the world as I did in that moment. I still do. Another man in the hospital got mad at me and I felt even more horrible, I didn’t know his mom was going to tell him that, I didn’t fucking know. He doesnt even know about his father. What kind of fucking life is this? I couldn’t take a picture of him because it’s truly haunting.
Shaima, 4 years old is a Palestinian from Gaza. We kept up with her story since activist Ashira Hakan had visited her first and told me that Shaima watched her mother, her 17 year old sister and her 15 year old brother get blown to pieces. She got rocket shrapnel in her stomach and back.
Her aunt told me Shaima stayed awake during everything, never lost consciousness even after losing a lot of blood. She has now been released to a hotel in Jerusalem and is going to be sent right back to Gaza.
She had on a pair of purple slippers that her father had brought before she was brought to Jerusalem and he told her aunt “I want to see her alive and wearing these upon her return inshallah”, that he will see.
Unfortunately, behind her gorgeous smile, she breaks down randomly screaming for her mom. I couldnt console her enough, I don’t have her Mom to give back to her.
Meet Yazan. Yazan is 7 years old. His house was rocketed and his parents attempted to leave. An Israeli sniper shot Yazan in his back and the bullet exited through his stomach. Israel continued to bomb the area and the family was too scared to move. The EMTs were being targeted so they were too scared to go into the area.
Yazan bled at home for 1.5 days until he started losing consciousness at which point those who were not injured in his family walked for 3 miles to meet the ambulance where it was safer. He has also now been released.
We donated money to him as a Eid gift from donations along with Shaima so they could buy what they want for themselves. Just an FYI…it took me about 23 pictures before he smiled.
17 year old Ahmad Zaznoon from Beit Lahye was sitting outside his house when a rocket hit nearby. He saw his neighbors from the AbuReesh family blown to pieces. Then after another rocket he saw two brothers he knew from the neighborhood also blown to pieces – they were 15 and 10 from the Hamoudi family. He was then hit with shrapnel from another rocket in his leg. He is still awaiting an operation. We gave him a cellphone from the donations.
Sohaib, the 2 year old you met from my last article is doing much better. He is off life support and inshallah on the mend. We will keep checking in.
Mohammad, 14 is now released to a hotel awaiting permission to return to Gaza. Mohammad was hit by shrapnel in his stomach and leg. We also gave him a phone from the donations which he told me was his first ever cellphone.
These families need your help. Please consider donating via our paypal (firstname.lastname@example.org ) or if you are interested in sponsoring a child who has lost everything on a long term basis please email us at that same address. Thank you.