If you stand close to Gaza beach, you will see yourself mirrored in its blue crystal water. The waves approach the bystanders addressing them, “Thank God you are safe. We missed you.” At the wartime, the sea was struggling with the aggressors by shaking the land to destroy the their warships and vessels which targeted civilians. He said, “Oh shame on me! I held responsibility for this bloodshed. I helped them kill Bakker children in Gaza sea port. I had these warships on me.” In the same way he said, “Oh shame on those countries who sold these warships to these thugs and those who helped in crossing them from their seaports.”

Anyway, the sea today is very happy to have the little children on the beach running after each other and kicking the balls in the air. These children used to spend their nights on the beach with their families in Ramadan having their lunch (Iftar). Everyone of them has a brother killed or injured. Who knows! Maybe he is killed or has some of his body parts amputated. Now, Gaza sea is trying to do his least duty by inviting and encouraging people from all over the world to end the siege on Gaza and stand with Gazans. Gaza Sea assures the children and their families that there are positive reactions from those who read this post and share it.

Mosab Abu Toha

Escaping the Ghost of Unemployment

Some university graduates did not expect they would work in a field that is apart from their study field. Most of Gaza graduates do not work. They try and are still trying to knock every door of the employers so they might find their escaping future. Delivery service became a resort for some of those graduates. The difficulty of life in Gaza pushes them to try every chance. They do not want to be as useless as the mattresses they sleep on. They are still young and are determined to exploit their youth and strength to help their poor families. They charge the customer USD for every order.

They gave up on their dream of becoming lawyers, businessmen, nurses, teachers and so many other position needed for society. This is in preference to face their daily duties and burdens. Here in Gaza, one needs to work in a society to get some experience related to his study field. This costs money and time which most of them prefer to save for their families.

There work primarily depends on motorcycles because it is a fast and easy means of delivery. They face some problems that deter them from doing their jobs well. First of all, the shortage of electricity. Not only does this affects the delivery services, but almost all aspects of life in Gaza. The only and most important thing that does not requires electricity is breathing. Otherwise, I would not be writing this piece of writing. Delivery service needs 24/7 phone and mobile on and electricity cutoff negatively affects that. Light for the stores of distribution. Another serious problem is the lack of fuel due to the few amount that enters Gaza. Sometimes it does not worth it to drive from the distribution store to the customer’s for it is too far consuming fuel more than usual. Moreover, in the wintertime it forces the delivery services to use their private cars. The cars consume fuel more than motorcycles do. They also sometimes find it difficult to provide some kind of goods for the customers due to the repeated closure of the crossing borders.

Mosab Abu Toha

We Will Not Go Down. Proud to be Palestinian

If I were not Palestinian I would choose to be Palestinian because being a Palestinian or pro Palestinian means you are human and you care about your humanity. I really feel Palestinian. I am proud.
We will remain steadfast till we get our freedom. Us being besieged and tortured is the tax of freedom and liberty. If you have never gone through that then you have and will never feel your humanty. We are born to live our humanity and whoever doesn't believe in this should think about that and suspect his being human.

Mosab Abu Toha
Gaza-Palestine

Gaza Wartime Memories

Wartime memories. 

I would like to share with you what I wrote during the latest war on Gaza.
Mom, I Can Help You!
In a very lightening dark night, a Gazan fetus asked his mother, “What are these sounds, mom.” His mother hesitate what to say. She thought about telling him she is watching a horror film on CBC with her two-year fetpanicked and was about to die due to the deafening sound of the explosion. “Mom, what was that? Are we in 1948? Are we inside the film? Well, that’s amazing we are on-screen” The mother was busy crawling to escape from the fire in the house. SIGHS.
It was a very awful scene in that house. The fetus was too lucky not to see his father cut into pieces. His two-year old child. She replied, “Oh, baby. I am just watching Rambo fighting the Israeli thugs in 1948.” Suddenly, a mortar shell fell down on the house. The older brother was hung on the clothes hanger. The fetus was struggling to breathe. His mother was screaming and calling for help. “Mom, I am here. Tell me what you need. I can help you” the fetus said. The fetus didn’t realize what happened. He thought his mother was in the kitchen frying eggs for his little brother and that it was his father banging the door after come home from work.

The ambulances arrived at the scene. Now, it was the first time he ever heard this siren voice. “Mom, stop running fast. It hurts me. Where are we going?” She couldn’t reply. The ambulance tried to take them to the nearest hospital. Unfortunately, it arrived late because Israelis bombarded a house in the way to the hospital which prevented the ambulance from moving forward. The mother died.
The ambulance driver thought of taking another road to the hospital. After half an hour, they arrived. The doctors notice that the mother is pregnant. Knowing she has died, they decided to open her abdomen to see if they can save the fetus soul. “God! He is dead,” said the doctor.
It is outrageous that a human being is count dead before seeing the sunlight. The fetus, fortunately, left us a letter. It is an indignant letter to be sent to all people of the world. He wrote with his blood pen,
“Mr. World! I am very sorry if I represented a threat for your fetuses and children. I hope you sleep well after you take me out. But I want to tell you something you, for sure, don’t know. I am a Gazan fetus and hope that all people live dignity as you live in Europe and USA. I was eager to be born and to see the yellow color of the shining sun and the blue color of the sky and sea. I was planning to study in America, and maybe in Europe, despite all the facts of the siege imposed in Gaza before I exist in my mother’s womb. I hoped I get married to a beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes. Anyway, I don’t want to bother you speaking too much. Say hello to your kids and tell them to enjoy their times.”
Yours
Unborn innocent
18th Aug, 2014

© Mosab Abu Toha
Gaza-Palestine