Noah's Ark

 

Day 18: October 24

Noah’s Ark

Based on real stories out of Gaza

 

“Can I whisper something in your ears?” the voice murmured. “I saw men crying, kneeling over white bags entrenched in blood, weeping like women.”

“I feel so sad. I saw children crying over their dead mothers. At least they could see their mother one final time to say goodbye. I couldn’t.”

“I saw mothers weeping for their children, searching for them among the dead. Which is harder, my merciful God, a weeping child over the loss of his mom or a mother over the loss of her child?”

A flood of fire and blood was unleashed on Gaza—a tsunami of injustices. Disjointed bodies and unidentifiable corpses are everywhere. Children are writing their names on their body parts so that they can be identified after being dismembered and buried in peace. They will tell the story in heaven. “The Israelites did this. In the name of righteousness,” my God. " They dropped a burning light on us every day and every night. The light had a swooshing, screeching sound, followed by a loud thunder that shook and cracked our walls. Then it became dark.  A wall was pressing on my legs, and dust was smothering my lungs. I couldn’t see any light; I couldn’t breathe. Something was burning: my toys, my schoolbooks, my bed, and everything else I owned. Flesh was burning as well. A crowd of nice people pulled me out into the light. It wasn’t the Israelites. I don’t understand the light they will bring to the world.” 

“There was a piece of paper, someone had scribbled: Thank God that each Palestinian family has one member outside Gaza so they can reproduce after their family was gone.”

“I was afraid of the doctor’s knife. They didn’t have a numbing serum. They didn’t have electricity. They had torches to see my wounds. I was so afraid in this primitive surgery room that I decided to come and try out your mercy, my God.”

“I don’t like this world. They pretend not to see us. Is this a better place?”