My name was Haya, I don’t Differ From other Children in the World Other Than Being From Gaza

My white shoes was my only treasure. I wear it everywhere, because I am from Gaza. We never had many shoes, toys, food, or even air. The enemy of our ancestors stole everything around us. Our fathers forgave them for occupying most of our country and did not Forgive us for staying there.

I was wearing these white shoes yesterday morning, October 17, 2023. I was with my mother in the Hospital, which no longer exists today, awaiting news about the condition of my little brother who was injured in the Israeli bombing of our house the day before.

On my way to the hospital, I just wanted to see my little brother coming home with us, and I looked at my white shoes, and I thought to myself, “If only my mother would buy my brother white shoes of his own when we return.”

Israeli occupation planes bombed the hospital above everyone’s heads.

My white shoes no longer make a difference. Perhaps it makes a difference to you who live in distant parts of this big world… and perhaps you have a lot of shoes and do not want more. As for me, my brother, and my mother, the Israelis gave us all white shrouds.

Writer: The one with the white shoes