I don’t think Palestinians in Gaza celebrate Mother’s Day. Every day is Mother’s Day for them. The Qur’an, I’m told, instructs good Muslims to take care of their mothers and women.
Yesterday was a good example. On my last day in Gaza, I was accompanied to the Rafah border by the young man whose family I’ve been living with for the last 3 months. Even though he had a final exam that afternoon, he made all of the arrangements for our drive at 6 AM and then stayed with me until I was safely on the bus to the Egyptian side of the border.
Before the bus departed, he came onboard and pointed to another young man waving at me. He told me this young man was crossing the border too and he would help me.
If Americans only knew that our tax dollars and our elected members of Congress are responsible for perpetuating this inhumanity, we could stop it in a minute.
The drive to Cairo was chaotic. The driver was yelling at everyone for nearly the entire 7 hours. All of the passengers (except me) were smoking, including the woman wearing a niqab. And the Sinai scenery is no longer exotic to me so I passed the time reading Ilan Pappe’s “The Ethnic Cleansing.”
I hope I will be able to return to Gaza one day, but I wish I could fly directly to the Gaza Strip and not have to cross the Sinai again.