The names of four children jutted out from my computer’s screen like daggers on the list of the dead by name as I refreshed it. Memories of children laughing while flying kites on a beach in Gaza flooded my mind. Are these the same Bakr children I knew, and are they now among the 211 dead in Gaza? Of course it doesn’t matter if I heard the
Gaza Redux: Déjà vu In Occupied Palestinian Territory
“The Palestinians I know in Gaza are tireless, even under these unthinkable circumstances. In between smart phone videos captured from living room windows of buildings mushrooming into fireballs, and countless funeral processions from the streets below, they offer glimmers of hope – of humanity.”
