There is no life without you

Dear Gaza,

I sit and stare at my phone. Friends have asked me to meet them for coffee and catch ups. For dinner and discussion. For them, life is as it has always been.

But it isn’t.

How? How can it be?

How can there be life without you, oh Gaza?

The colour has seeped away. Everything is grey and dusty, like the bodies that fall from the carts, limp and lifeless like puppets.

Like the children that are blown clear away from their homes, but not far enough to escape. They wave their hands for help. I look at my own, empty.

At moments, anger rises up inside me. It sparks. One, two, three. But there is no fuel left. There is nothing left inside me.

How? How do I keep going?

Why should I keep going?

Your light is fading. This world, its evil, is bearing down on you, on us, on the future. There is no turning back from this.

How is this real?

How did we get here?

Yours in solidarity,

Anonymous, England