Gaza Ibrahim Muhammad -who is still in his youth and was still over 20 years old, and who was forbidden by the Israeli war on Gaza From completing his university education- his life will turn upside down, and that his diaries turn into a race for life and survival.
Everything has changed, and his day has become a series of waiting queues: water queue, bread, formation of food, aid queue, in search of survival in the presence of death.
It is a loud and tiring life, full of tragedies and difficulties, imposed by the war on the Palestinian youth and did not leave him a choice for rest or relaxation, and hardship because its options are limited, and its chances are non -existent, and because it did not give it time to determine his priorities.
Fighting for survival
Abraham does not help the hours of the day in eliminating the needs of his family, nor do he help him to provide them as he wants. He fights for a bit of bread that blocks the hunger of his family, a drink of water that tells their thirst, or to expel aid in the traps, and apply food in front of the garment.
In his speech full of exhaustion, fatigue and sorrow, he says to Al -Jazeera Net, “I grew up and grew up in an environment that has never known stability, where the siege, wars and death. Today, I live in a grinding war that turned my city into ruins and rubble, and its dreams into forgotten memories.”
He adds that he is struggling daily to survive, in reality without the minimum elements of life. “I am no longer looking for my future, but I only dream of a meal, a drink of water, and a safe place in which I sleep without fear of a shell or a missile.”
“I found myself a prisoner I did not choose, besieged from all sides, deprived of safety, education, health care, and even the simplest human rights“.
Search and survival trip
In the crowd of requirements and tasks, Ibrahim wakes up to start an extraordinary day in preparing water gallons, and walking hundreds of meters to reach a packing point to obtain a small amount of water, for his mother to use cleaning and washing, as the water is rare and scarce, and does not reach the municipal extensions due to the scarcity of the diesel needed to pump it from the wells.
Then another trip begins to search for a drinking water car from “water water” cars, to secure a gallon of drinking water. After that, he is waiting impatiently, carrying his big bag, hearing the news of opening the American aid point at a barrier NatsarimAnd time is raced to get some flour, cans, lentils and pasta bags, then carry them to his mother, who begins to knead the flour.
It carries the dough tablets to the firewood oven, and it stands in its role under the flame sunlight and in front of the firewood fire, to get some loaves and return it to the house.
Then he prepares to set the fire, and his mother helps cook the lentillery that has become their only and permanent food in this FamineNot because it is cheap, but because it is the only available aid.
Then it is prepared to charge the battery in order to obtain a glimmer of light through which they manage their life affairs in a dark night, not without the sounds of bombing and explosions that rob them of security and comfort, and steal sleep from their eyes after a long and arduous day of continuous work.
Al -Jazeera Net correspondent, Ibrahim, accompanied his shuttle tours in the crowd, and he was accompanying him at every station, watching him while he was fighting to obtain the lowest elements of life.
And he returns to the conversation again, sitting under the burning sun, for fear of losing his role, saying, “Our lives turned into an unbearable hell, and our circumstances are very difficult, and a mind cannot imagine.”
“My life has become harsh, my father does not work, and we do not have the price of buying goods from the market at its astronomical prices. If I do not do these tasks, we will not eat or drink, and often, if I cannot get aid, we do not eat, and perhaps days we do not taste the taste of bread.”
“Machine does not stop”
Ibrahim, the elegant young man in his body and his clothes, who dreamed of comfort and stability, turned the war into an unimaginable machine, whose mission is to secure the minimum life through hard work.
He adds, and tiredness has reached an amount of him, “I did not aspire to something, only for a day I wake up without concern, without running behind a bite, or fear of tomorrow. My dreams became simple, but they are far away, as if they were stars in the sky.”
The Earth shines with a stray look, as if he was searching in its soil for a part of his soul that was scattered with worry and sadness, and mourns with a faint voice, “Everything is changed; people, places, and even me. I thought I was strong, but the war taught me that our life does not accommodate the luxury of the complaint or relaxation.
He continued, “I taught me the rise repeatedly, even if all the tiredness of the world is above my head, even if it crawled, until I survive.
Ibrahim is silent a little, then he continues, “I am no longer looking for miracles, I am looking only for a calm hour, for a laugh for no reason, for a new life filled with hope.”
And he goes on his way, carrying on his shoulders the fatigue of the years, the injustice of the days, and the ugliness of the scene, after his simple dreams and small hopes were scattered. But he still believes in the justice of the sky, and clings to hope, just as the drowned clings to the survival straw in the sea of despair.
“I did not lose my faith with a fairly absentee, and with a wide mercy waiting for someone to be patient.
He smiles a pale but honest smile, and concludes his speech, “Hope is my strength and my certainty, and the only thing that life and cruelty will not be destroyed.”
Thus, Abraham goes on his path, burdened with the surgeon, but he is erect, raised, raised in his heart, carrying certainty that he does not budge that tomorrow, no matter how late, is coming with what is worthy of patience.