“Fi shark sheyjayee, ashera shuhada…”
Israeli warplanes just bombed a funeral ceremony in a school in Eastern Sheyjayee, east of Gaza city. Minutes ago, as the mourners of another recently killed by Israel tried in vain to grieve their dead. At least ten more are now dead. Everything is in vain here: breathing (inhale chemical fumes), running and seeking sanctuary (no sanctuary possible), condemning Israel’s war crimes (which even the carefully diplomatic, very articulate, John Ging has done, in effect, condemning the bombing first of the UN school and then the chemical bombing –white phosphorus, Ging said– of the UN headquarters, with its supply of food for the refugees of Gaza), hoping, grieving, being admitted to hospitals (Wafa hospital was threatened, attacked, and evacuated; al Quds hospital was repeatedly bombed yesterday, burning late into the night, necessitating the transfer –under danger from the Israeli tanks lurking and snipers targeting), and –of course–staying home and hoping the missiles will not strike.
An hour earlier, the house of Dr. Ezzadeen Abu Al Aishe, in the bombarded Dawwar Zimmo area, eastern Jabaliya (occupied and cut off from medical personnel, continuing to be hit by air and tank strikes) was hit by tank shelling, killing 3 of his daughters and one niece. Ahmed, a journalist, tells me Dr. Ezzaadeen was more famous in Israel than in Palestine.