I joined a group of women at the park in Gaza today. حديقة في غزة
The common bond between them all is that they volunteer with an organization that offers well-baby checks and advice to families with young children about healthcare and nutrition. There is no money to pay them, but I have the impression that they all do it for the love of children. The director of the program says there is no other program like it in Gaza, and perhaps the West Bank.
Here are some of the kids I met. They were very curious about the old lady wearing the baseball cap.
Professionals report that the vast majority of children in Gaza suffer from post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), see here.
I watched them at play today and wondered what they must have thought of the 8 days of shelling in November and the constant sound of drones over their heads at night. These kids are growing up in a war zone . . . no. This is not a war zone because wars have a beginning and an end. This is a violent and destructive occupation with no end in sight.
These children’s grandparents lived under occupation as children. Will the grandchildren of these kids live under occupation too?