The recent military clashes between Israel and Hamas organizations within the Gaza Strip has filled me with terrible sadness. I do not completely understand this conflict nor do I intend to convey an implicit understanding of it to you, my reader. Rather, I hope to convey the strong emotions I have towards this tragic reality. Every morning I can wake up in my own bed unafraid of rocket strikes whereas civilians in Gaza and Israel alike spend each day terrified of the possibility that an air strike might end their lives.
For example an interview from CNN’s Sara Snider tells the tragic tale of a Gaza family suffering the results of an Israeli “surgical strike.” At 1:30 A.M. a rocket explosion in the street created a deadly shower of rocks and boulders that destroyed the home of Riba Abu Saitham. Inside the home Saitham’s husband attempted to shelter their sons, aged four and two, from the rubble but sadly the two children were crushed under massive piles of stone and debris, thus adding their names to the growing list of civilian casualties. Israeli military forces have not claimed responsibility for the attack, however they justified their actions by claiming that numerous missile strikes on Israel have originated in the surrounding area.
I cannot begin to fathom the unnerving dread of a missile destroying everything and everyone I know, simply because my home is near a supposed military target. While many of us have the luxury to sit at home and ponder which side is right, and which is wrong, many innocent families are left to pick up the pieces of their homes and loved ones. In spite of the recent cease-fire agreement this spike in hostility reflects the immense tension that has always existed throughout the region. Watching parents mourn the death of their child as a result of militaristic action vehemently supported by the United States, stirs up both anger and shame, and all I can manage to do is keep witnessing the horror unfold.