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The ongoing Israeli siege on Gaza!

Sine June 2007 Gaza has been under siege by Israel. Israel has been preventing the import of food, medical supplies, fuel, electricity and spare parts needed for water and sanitation systems.Nearly six months after the end of the Israeli Operation Cast Lead in Gaza, claiming more than 1200 Palestinian lives, destroying more than 50,000 homes, and leaving tens of thousands of Gazans homeless, Israel continues its two-year siege on Gaza, crippling efforts to repair damages caused by Israel’s assault. For five months following the intensive military operation, Israel scarcely let a single truckload carrying water and sanitation materials through. The need for materials to allow reconstruction is still overwhelming. Countless wells, cisterns, water pipes and sewage infrastructure were destroyed in less than a month. More than 400,000 Gazans were left without running water. Today, 35,000 people in Gaza do not have access to running water! Gaza’s Coastal Municipalities Water Utility has

Is It Lovely where you are?

A year has dragged. A year has trudged along my existence carrying birthdays, holidays and celebrations. A year has lingered senselessly, pointlessly, slowly… Is it lovely where you are? Do you see me struggling, enduring, and surviving? Time has not begun to heal me. The scar is still lively and vigorous. When will it heal, mom? I still wait for a shining morning, a bright spot, a light at the end of this cold tunnel. Nothing. I still hold my daughter tight at night hoping to feel you, smell you, and grasp a sensation of you. I still look through old pictures, hug them, cradle them and sob for you. I still (so secretly) dial your number and wait, endlessly… The bitterness of this sadness is slowly eating at me, reigning over every moment, every memory, and every breath. So tell me mom, is it lovely where you are? Do you see the stars from where you stand? Because I don’t…Nothing seems to be the same. Not even the evergreens that I love. Through my eyes, they don’t stand in majesty and