Another sleepless night in Gaza
Yesterday evening, I was thrilled by the news that there was going to be a ceasefire. I was daydreaming of a quiet, restful night and making plans for the work ahead to help children and women heal from this week of terror.
But instead of a ceasefire, we were attacked again and again. At 2am there were successive explosions. They were so loud. The whole building was shaking and I was thrown on the floor. Israeli drones and jet fighters were still in the sky. And amidst these booms I could hear the ambulances' sirens. There was a bombing too close to my building. Just 100 meters away from me. And all I can think of is the patients with heart problems who may need support and have no accessibility to hospital. In cooperation with the Red Crescent Society of the Gaza Strip, I have assembled a crisis team of 35 nurses, psychologists, teachers, and social workers who are giving out advice to parents of traumatized children and making home visits to patients. Gaza's hospitals are full with injured people and this crisis team is ensuring that patients with asthma, high blood pressure, and other chronic illnesses are getting the medical attention they need.
But I know this is not enough. This is immoral aggression against civilians. It must stop now.