Palestinian women in Gaza are living in an unprecedented, tragic reality. They are either widows, bereaved, or bereaved, and sometimes they are missing (Anatolia Agency).
“Their warmth is good, I trust you.” A mother entrusts her husband to throw something on his children to protect them from the cold of winter. It seems an unsurprising call until she learns that her children are martyrs being carried to their final shelter, and she fears for them to be cold in the grave alone. It seems an unsurprising call until she learns that her children are martyrs being carried to their final shelter. She realizes that it is on the lips of a mother giving her last look at her three children.
It was not a scene from a movie or theatrical performance, but it was one of countless scenes that we received from Gaza, some of which we received, and God knows much of what was hidden from us.
From Gaza, the wail of mothers who cannot find protection for their children due to hunger, and who do not know how to answer the endless questions in the cold of the harsh night of the tent and the sound of bombing that shakes the earth and the sky, rises from Gaza.
The world is full of training workshops, slogans, and campaigns about women and their rights, to the point that we almost believe that this is the era of women’s revolutions. Then, a few days ago, Dominic Allen, the official for the Palestinian territories at the United Nations Population Fund, went to Gaza for two days to examine the events on the ground, then returned to Jerusalem to exit via A press conference to say: “Personally, I left Gaza this week feeling fearful for the one million women and girls there, and for the six hundred and fifty thousand females of childbearing age, and especially for the one hundred and eighty women who give birth every day and suffer from hunger and drought.” In fact, we did not wait for his statements to realize that A woman in Gaza, a mother, daughter, maternal aunt, and grandmother, dies a thousand deaths every day, even if she is not a martyr.
On Mother’s Day, the voices of mothers’ songs become louder on television and on the radio, and the wails of mothers who cannot find protection for their children due to hunger, and who do not know how to answer the endless questions in the cold of a harsh tent night and the sound of bombing that shakes the earth and the sky, rise from Gaza. The son died. We heard her crying for the rest of her life, describing his condition, “He died hungry, he died defeated.” Do you think she would be satisfied after that or would enjoy any of the bliss on earth?
On Mother’s Day, we share pictures of our mothers and the mothers of people around us carrying or hugging their children with a love that is unparalleled. In Gaza, the luck of mothers is great if they are able to carry their children’s bodies in bags, and do not lose their children while saving the house, so they become pieces or ashes.
They were pictures that most of us could not finish looking at. When we were shown pictures of premature babies being killed in full view of the whole world, or their bodies decomposing as a result of being left alone in the face of the attack on hospitals, the scene was heavy on our hearts to the point that it could not be overlooked, and on the hearts of… Their mothers were a hell of endless pain.
You will find most of them looking at their children while they are sleeping, as if they are trying to drink from the innocence of their faces and souls. “Let me see it as a piece of it… put my heart on yours, my hand,” says a mother as she bids farewell to her martyred daughter. This first look of love is the last. This time, she was hoping that God would see her as a bride and in the highest positions.
At the beginning of the year, a report was presented by UN Women, which did not contain the achievements of women, the number of women holding positions, etc., but rather it contained statistics showing that two mothers were killed every hour in Gaza.
At the beginning of the year, a report was presented by the United Nations Women’s Fund, which did not contain the achievements of women, the number of women holding positions, etc., but rather it carried statistics showing that two mothers are killed every hour in Gaza, and another report said that “four out of every five women do not have half the amount of food available to their families.” “The necessary food,” while another report indicated that “Palestinian women pay the highest price for the war.”
Peace be upon a mother in Gaza and Palestine, and we wish we could all kiss her head and hands. Peace be upon a mother who was displaced from the country one day, and the story of the homeland and the memory of time remained for generations and grandchildren. Peace be upon a mother whose feet have never set foot on the soil of Palestine, but she is raising her children that Jerusalem is theirs and that the land will not be returned by anyone else.
