Gaza diary: To die with hope
By Mohammed Ali in Gaza City
"If I die now, at least I'll die with hope."
This morning, I heard people chanting outside, I wondered what it was, and
then, the lights came on - the electricity had come back on; hurrah!
I immediately turned on the television, charged my phone, checked emails. For a
moment, I felt somewhat liberated. These things that we often take for granted
have become so precious of late.
Solidarity and trust
We have no clean water left. Our water tank is empty. My father could not turn
away the increasing amount of people knocking at our door with empty jerry cans
in hand. He did not realise how much water he had given out until it was too
late.
Shops are running out of clean water; we were not able to find any in our
neighbourhood. We can use the untreated water but we should really boil it
first to avoid getting sick, but we face another obstacle; we have very little
gas left.
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Send us your views and eyewitness videos We will just have to drink the
unsterilised water so that we can save the rest of the gas for cooking food.
But, if you have never cooked with a gas burner, it makes the food taste of
gasoline, the coffee taste of gasoline, we now even smell of gasoline.
I received a call from a good friend in Jabaliya, he was telling me how awful
life has become for his family; sonic booms from F-16 fighter planes constantly
shake his home - there is no chance any of his six children and wife are
getting any sleep.
His sister's home has already been evacuated and he wants to leave as soon as
he can. He has a small bag packed and ready to go.
I told him to bring his family and to stay with us - I am expecting him to
arrive at any moment.
The news is getting more and more horrific as the situation here deteriorates.
The latest report, I saw, was of a child clutching on to her dead parent's
bodies for four days before anyone was able to come to her rescue, dogs are
starting to eat the corpses that no one has been able to bury.
This reality does not seem to be reaching some parts of the world. Is it
censored because people cannot cope with the truth of what is happening to us?
If the truth did get out, would it make a difference?
Fortunately, we have a lot of solidarity and trust in our community, we share
what we have - I guess this is why we have just about managed to feed ourselves.
Some shopkeepers are allowing people to buy food on credit; people's debts are
quickly mounting up. But solidarity and trust will not feed us now that food -
and everything else it seems - is running out.
Keeping hope alive
I applied for a scholarship in the UK several months ago. I was expecting to
find out in early January whether or not my application was successful.
I have been waiting impatiently for days. I could not wait any longer so I
finally called the British Council; I wanted to know the outcome to put my mind
at rest.
They told me that they would call back in two minutes. During those two minutes
I almost stopped breathing - this scholarship is the only hope I have at the
moment for a better life.
The lady called back and said: "I am afraid we do not have an answer yet for
you." To which I responded: "Please be honest with me; is it that you really do
not have an answer or that you do not want to give me bad news at this point in
time?"
The possibility of going to the UK is giving me the hope I need to live. My
wife thinks I am crazy, as I talk to her as if we are definitely going; I
describe the friends we will have, the restaurants we will go to, the walks
around the parks.
At least if I die, I will die with a little hope, the hope that I will have the
chance to live a better life, even if for now it is but a dream.
Carrying pieces of wood from the destroyed building is the sign that Gazans'
spirits keeping hope alive [Gallo/Getty]
As the death toll from Israel's war on Gaza continues to climb, Mohammed Ali,
an advocacy and media researcher for Oxfam who lives in Gaza City, will be
keeping a diary of his feelings and experiences.
