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Letters from Gaza (10)
…water and the summer in Gaza

In Gaza everything is the opposite of how it should
be. With the hot summer days approaching, I’ve found myself unable to
cope with the idea of not going to the beach with my kids, not having
fun playing in the cool sea water or enjoying the smell of the clean
air.
It’s hard to cope with the idea of not being able to
fill the bath tub for my children so they can cool themselves down away
from the burning heat of the summer’s day.
It’s difficult to think that I’ll have to put off all
the housework - the laundry, the dishes – and I won’t be able to have a
shower after a long, exhausting day at work.
In Gaza, when you choose what you can and cannot
have, or what you can and cannot do, the choices are not entirely yours
to make. You are, in fact, forced to make them by the circumstances that
surround you.
I feel sorry for the children, who can’t plan for
their summer vacation because they are caught between the scorching days
that seem to pass so slowly, and the harshness of their lives in Gaza.
They have either to spend the whole day under the burning summer sun
trying to sell chewing gum in an attempt to help their families,
afflicted by the severe economic deterioration in Gaza, or playing with
friends on the hot, dusty streets.
The only place these children look forward to going,
where they can forget their hard lives, is the seaside. There they can
finally steal some childhood moments. However, with the frequent reports
about untreated sewage being pumped into the sea, and the increasing
risk of catching serious diseases, the Gazan children have lost their
favourite place for having fun. It is sad but true that many families
are still going to the beach, despite all the warnings, not out of
ignorance but out of desperation.
In some parts of Gaza, people only get running water
for two to three hours a day. Sometimes they stay awake all night to
check when the water supply comes on so that they can fill their tanks
and enjoy a shower in the morning. Some families collect the rain water
in the winter to make up for the lack of water. Others, perhaps the
majority, buy purified drinking water. All of this in the 21st
century – it seems so far away from the modern life enjoyed by many.
When you find yourself unable to have or to use water
the whole day through, when you can’t enjoy a clean glass of water and
force yourself to drink it despite its smell and colour, when your son
comes back home from school thirsty because there is no access to clean
water in his school, when you are frightened to go to the beach because
it is so polluted from dumped sewage, then you know that you are in
Gaza.
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Najwa Sheikh (1)
Gaza, June 2008
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[1]
Najwa Sheikh Ahmed is a Palestine refugee, who lives in Nuseirat camp
with her husband and three children. These are her personal stories.
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