Gaza-The Golden Age
Gaza-The Golden Age
By John Curran
I actually can’t believe I’m still here and in one piece. I live in the rubble now of what once was our home. The nights are starting to get cold and its harder and harder to find fuel now to keep the rickety old heater going. Food they say will be coming now because there has been a truce, a ceasefire, whatever they want to call it. I hardly ever eat now and I’m hungry all the time as are the rest of the kids. My family is gone, they’ve all been killed, mother, father, my three sisters. There’s just me and my two younger cousins now. We have a small space here that we’ve cleared out of the rubble. They’re both younger than me. They rely on me now-we’re all we have, though all of our neighbors and people we know try to help out because all of us, children, adults, old people, all of us, we’re all in the same boat, just trying to survive day to day.
Its very hard. My cousin Maki is just six and he has no hands, they were blown off. He picked up something that he thought was something else and the thing exploded and blew off his hands. He needs a lot of help all the time. My other cousin, Fabio is blind. He’s only eight years old. At least he has the rest of his little skinny self to help out as best he can. He’s actually a big help and he’s getting pretty good at adjusting to his blindness. He helps so much with Maki, feeding, the toilet, all ‘a that. I can’t always be there. I’m twelve and I feel grown up already because I guess I need to be. We’re just trying to stay alive like always only it’s harder and now and its so sad. I miss my family so bad. They say that a golden age is coming now but really, for me, its just grey as ever. I just hope we can get something to eat.
