Nada (npub1n62…4qju)
家が破壊された後、私はガザ地区南部に住む母を訪ねました。北部にいた家族は皆、そこを離れて南部へ移住しなければなりませんでした。
そして私が北部に戻った時、そこはもはや馴染みのある場所ではなく、長い苦しみの道を背負って帰ってきた人のようでした。その道は、兄弟姉妹と過ごした最後の鮮明な記憶へと私を導いてくれました。
記憶は私をあの最後の時へと連れて行きました…ガザを訪れた知人たちを出迎えるために、一緒にラファ検問所へ行った時のことです。ガザは、これまで経験してきたあらゆる苦難にもかかわらず、忘れられないほど美しい場所でした。
ああ、あの頃はなんて素晴らしい日々だったのでしょう…そして今、私の心を重く圧迫するこの切ない思いは、どれほど深いものなのでしょう。
兄弟姉妹が恋しくてたまりません…彼らはただの兄弟ではなく、この人生における真の支えでした。
長兄は大学教授で、生涯の知恵を心に宿していました。
そしてもう一人の兄は、ある省庁の広報部長で、彼がそこにいるだけで、その場は力と安心感で満たされました。
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I was visiting Mama in the southern part of the Gaza Strip after our house was demolished. My family in the north had to leave and move south.
And when I returned to the north, I no longer returned to a familiar place, but like someone coming back burdened by a long path of pain—a path that brought me back to the last vivid memory I had with my siblings.
Memory led me to that last time… when we went together to the Rafah crossing to welcome acquaintances who had come to visit Gaza—Gaza, which, despite everything it had been through, was beautiful in an unforgettable way.
Oh, how wonderful those days were… and how heavy this longing is that weighs on my heart now.
I miss my siblings so much… they were not just brothers, but my true support in this life.
My eldest brother, a university professor, carried in his soul the wisdom of a lifetime.
And my other brother, a public relations director in one of the ministries, his mere presence could fill a place with strength and reassurance.
I remember the details of that trip as if it were happening now…
They were tired from work, yet they asked me to accompany them.
They didn’t know that until five in the evening, I had been immersed in preparing the graduation ceremony for the high-achieving students…
Yet I did not hesitate. I drove them myself, because they didn’t want to drive while exhausted.
I remember…
I had taken off my shoes while driving, and my brother lightly tapped my head as he laughed:
“Foolish girl, are you driving without shoes? Let me take a picture for your manager who’s so proud of you!”
Then he continued joking:
“Who’s the idiot that let you teach university students while you’re just a little fool?”
I smiled… and didn’t tell him I had been on my feet since morning.
As for my younger brother… he came closer, put his hand on my shoulder, and said with unforgettable tenderness:
“My sister… the most beautiful and smartest fool in the world.”
Oh God… how much comfort I felt with them around.
I wasn’t afraid of the days, as long as they were by my side.
But, even if this painful reality was forced upon us…
why can’t the memories be erased too?
Why do they remain alive with such depth, bringing us back to loss every time, as if the wound is never satisfied with us just once?
I cried a lot… I miss them to the point of pain.
My siblings were martyred… on the same day.
On that trip… I told them it was my first time visiting Rafah.
And Gaza… was stunningly beautiful.
I was proud of belonging to this piece of land.
I did not know… that one day I would arrive in the southern Gaza Strip as a displaced person, homeless…
Nor that I would return to the north…
With my heart burdened by all this loss, and all this relentless longing.
#Gaza #Palestine
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