Gaza City – I just saw what this is for the crowds waiting for a strictly waiting for help in Gaza.
I do not see them in the Darede Al-Bala, but we travel to the north of Gaza to visit my family, and on the coastal Al-Rashid road, I saw something that made my heart uncomfortable about the war that stopped my heart about the war in Gaza-what if they do not face the help crisis?
Due to this crisis, Hamas urged to request reforms in the proposed war. Gaza (GHF), whose gates Israel killed dozens of every day waiting for help.
On the al-Rashid road
As Israel broke the last war in March, our visits to the north have been very measured, less about planning and more about reading the increased levels of Israeli air strike.
When we hear the bomb, the intention of going to the north is to be canceled before sleep.
On the contrary, waking up to relative peace can encourage the decision of the snap. We quickly wear clothes, supply and documents, and packed, always under a creepy fear: those tanks will cut the road again to the north.
Until the first day of Eid Al-Adh, June 6, we had been refusing to visit my family for three weeks.
Israeli’s Ground Deadly, “Chariot of Operation Gidon”, was at his peak, and my husband and I decided to stay in the hope of avoiding violence.
But finally, the intense desire to see the family was more than fear, and our daughter Banius really wanted to see her grandfather for Eid, so we made a trip.
In this journey, the deteriorating function of Gaza’s current transport system is revealed.
In a private car, a trip to Al-Balah to my family’s Gaza city must go to the house of Gaza city of Gaza-A-a-now-now stop, long walking and waiting for incredible transport.
To reach the Gaza City, we take three “internal rides” in the Central Gaza, today the neighborhood or small trips to cities like Az-Zeda, Deer Al-Balah, and often drag open trains on shared donkeys or old cars.
Waiting for these rides may take an hour or more, donkey cars are 12 people, and six in the car and a car-cart combination in the car and 10 to 12 in the cart.
Thereafter, the “external ride” comes, the long-term, the dangerous journey between the governors is usually carried in a crowded tuk-piece with 10 passengers or more bombs.
January Truus – Israel has allowed only pedestrians and cart movement to be broken by Israel in March, which is restricted to vehicles.
Depending on the road conditions, the entire trip may take two hours. The exhausting journey has become my new normal, especially when traveling with children.
‘Seeking help’
My last two trips brought me face to face with “looking for help.”
That harsh label has recently rejected the news headlines, but looking at their journey closely, all the imagination is opposed. This is completely from another world.
On June June, she wanted to meet her grandfather to fulfill Bania’s Eid, as soon as we fell in the evening, we climbed into a Tuk-Tuk.
People in Gaza say Al-Shari Al-Jedide (“New Road”), the 7 km Netzerim corridor built to give the enclevine a divider, I saw the sand on both sides of the road. Some had set fire and gathered around them.
It is a barrier, sand and a slope .The ghost is full of living shadows of Gaza’s most frustration.
Other passengers explained that I started filming on my phone that they were waiting for the “seeking help” help truck and seeking what they are possible.
Some of them are waiting for the “American GHF” distribution point on the parallel Sala Sala Al-Din Street, which will open in the morning.
There was a bitter discussion on the US -run help point that “many deaths”. They said, a help system Changed in the lottery of living And honors in an accident.
It is completely different than reading it or watching the news, seeing that I was drowning.
Banias removed me from my thoughts: “Mama, what are these people doing here? Camping?”
Oh my God! This child lives in her own, pink world.
I was persuaded with her happy explanation of one of the worst scenes I’ve ever seen: black smoke, wonderful bodies, appetite, dust-filled roads.
I was silent, I was unable to answer.
Men and children went ahead, with some backpacks, others with empty white bags like flour texture, which they will find. It is very difficult to put a cardboard box.
All those who seek help are moving around from the gaza, together with thousands of people gathered to wait 4, 5, or until 6 in the morning. The Israeli soldiers will kill them before they arrived in the “American HHF”.
According to the report, they rush to catch whatever they are possible, a chaotic chengarachengri where strong people weaken.
These people were a death project in weighting; They know, but they still go.
Why? Because hunger is permanent and there is no other settlement. It is either hungry or trying to survive.
We reached Gaza City. While walking through completely destroyed roads, dust, darkness and crowds surrounded us.
As soon as every shock shot from our backs, a passenger criticized: “All of us will have back pain and disc questions from this tuk.”
There was a silence, broken by Banius, Pink Our little reporter: “Mama, Dad, see the moon behind you! It is completely filled.
“I think I look at Auntie Mayar in the neighborhood of the moon,” Banius said, “About my sister who traveled to Egypt during the war, then Qatar.
When we asked, she explained: “She said that her name means a star on the moon. See!”
We laughed, despite the sadness, the drainage was drained. Other passengers heard the observations of her dream.
“Dad, when will we study astronomy in school?” She asked. “I want to learn about the moon and the stars.”
We had no time to answer. We had arrived and the second fatigue day fell on the day.
Refund
I told my family what I saw on Al-Rashid and they heard their “Field News”, shocked and showed eagerness.
They too were busy with food shortages, they discussed the mixing of the last kilo of flour in the pasta – conversations ruling due to appetite and unknown fear.
We did not wait for a long time before we returned from the road filled with fear of bombing and finding aids.
It was only this time this day, and I saw the women sitting on the road be ready to spend the night waiting for help.
About two weeks later, on June 26, we made a trip again.
I was with my two children, my sister-G was back with us on the last trip-and my brother’s wife and her two young children: four-year salute and two-year-old Tib. The next day my husband arrived.
We look in a smal, war-out minibus, and we have nine others crammed in with us: Three men ber the driver, a young man with also, and a woman with her Husband and Child.
Sixteen people in the van, are not clearly created for it!
Although al-Rashid has been banned on vehicles, some pass. Tired and worried about the little kids with us, we took the risk and that day we made it.
I do not know if it was fortunate or misfortune, but as soon as our van came to the area around the Netzarim corridor, the World Food Program truck arrived.
Waiting for the “loot” two trucks stopped on the road.
People in Gaza will tell you that this is a new policy according to Israeli terms: no organized distribution, no lists. Just let the truck in, let anyone who can help, take it, and let the rest die.
On the nearest road, three of the other three stopped. People started climbing the truck and caught what they could.
In a few moments, all the vehicles, Tukuk, and the trains with our van stopped. Everyone around you – men, women and children – start running to the truck.
There was a mess in our car. Traveling with his wife and sister, the young man insisted on going without his request. He jumped and the other two men went ahead.
When a woman behind you told me to the husband and son when I told me the most shock: “I am going. You stop.”
She escaped like Wind. Other women and girls left nearby vehicles and walked into the truck.
I was surprised: Will she be able to climb a truck and wrestling men for food?
Human waves grew around us, nowhere, and I urged our driver to move forward. The previous thought of the battle, honor, justice and humanity to live the scene.
The driver slowly moved; In the opposite direction they had to wait to avoid the crowd of people running. My anxiety increased. Children also felt it.
None of us did not understand what we see, even I am not, a journalist who claims to give information. TRUE: The reality is completely different.
As we were driving, I was standing on the sidewalk and watching the youngsters catching the bags. One had a knife for fear that he would be attacked.
Other men took blades or tools because it is not possible to attack the hungry hungry people.
“We have just become a thief to feed and feed our children,” Israel is imposing his “humanitarian” American foundation and his “delivery policy”.
And here we are in this collapse social social system, where only an empty stomach is heard.
How can we blame people for their grief? They chose this war?
The car was trapped on their way until the flood of the help of the help of the end was finally destroyed. It seemed like emerging from the other world.
We reached an intersection, completely drained. I quietly unpacked the car, surprised: Gaza, how many sad worlds have you buried?
On that day, after spending 20 months in the world of displaced, injured, dead, hungry and thirsty world, I saw the world of help.
How many more worlds should the world finally suffer from gaza before seeing you – and in the end we get a lasting war?
