Here in Gaza, every loaf of bread – when one can be found – has a special taste. A sip of water, when available, has a unique flavor. A meal, no matter how meager, carries a distinct sense of satisfaction. And even amidst the bombing, there is a strange sense of peace found in sleep. Even fear, loss, sadness and hunger awaken oneself to appreciate hidden joys, a reminder of the essence of our humanity, far from the endless chase for luxury that knows no finish line.
My 5-year-old niece, Lana, seemed unusually cheerful, as if expecting something special. Curious, I asked, “Why are you so happy, Lana?” With a wide smile on her face, she replied, “I’m hungry, and I want to eat basil,” as if it were a party snack. The remark struck me. How could such desperation and happiness coexist?
It then dawned on me that children are truly resilient. They are among the hardest hit by the deprivation and harshness of war yet are usually the first to forgive, brush off the hardships, and get on with life. ….more
