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Sometimes I think that, to the outside world, Gaza is not a place. It is a notification on a phone.
You open it. A child is being pulled from the rubble. His face is gray with dust. For a few seconds, he has your entire heart. You write This is unbearable. You share the video because people need to see. Then you close the app. Someone calls your name. Your food is getting cold. You have somewhere to be. And the child disappears.
I don’t say this to mock anyone’s solidarity. I know much of it is sincere. People have cried for Gaza, marched, donated, spoken when speaking came at a cost. Sometimes refusing to be silent is all a person can do. But since leaving Gaza, I have understood the enormous distance between caring about a tragedy and having that tragedy become your entire life.
Here, Gaza can occupy ten minutes of your day. There, there is no button to close it. A mother cannot scroll past her children’s hunger. A father cannot share a photograph of his destroyed home and return to another one. A child cannot turn off the video when it becomes too disturbing.
He is inside the image.
Here, people cry for Gaza. They march, raise its flag, and write beautiful words. Then the demonstration ends. They eat. They laugh. They make plans. They fall in love. They sleep. And that is their right. That is what life is supposed to be.
What hurts is knowing that, at that same moment, someone in Gaza may be searching for clean water. A mother may be trying to make a tent less unbearable for her children. A family may reach morning, count everyone, and call that a good night.
This is why I recoil when people search for a “positive side” to October 7: “At least the world knows about Palestine now.”
At least.
As though awareness can make the dead less dead. Was that the achievement? Was this the price of being seen? Homes destroyed. Friends buried. Children buried. Entire families erased. People who once worried about exams, weddings, salaries, dinner, love. Ordinary people. Ordinary lives.
Was all of that worth it so Palestine could finally appear on someone’s screen, be shared, and then disappear when dinner arrived? What kind of devil’s bargain are we supposed to celebrate?
We should never have needed to die to be noticed. The world should have known us because we were alive. Our dreams should have been enough. Our laughter should have been enough. Our ordinary mornings should have been enough to prove we deserved another morning.
Not our bodies beneath rubble. Not our deaths.
The world can carry Gaza in its heart and still put it down. The people of Gaza cannot.
For the outside world, Gaza is a cause. For those inside, it is Tuesday. It is waking up and checking who survived the night. The water you cannot find. The home you no longer have. The fear that sleeps beside you. The tomorrow you may never reach.
So when someone says October 7 “put Palestine on the map,” I think about the price we paid for that attention. Because Palestine was already on the map. We were there. We were living. We were falling in love. Becoming doctors and teachers. Drinking coffee with people we thought we would grow old beside. Making plans for next summer. Saying see you tomorrow without knowing what an extraordinary sentence that was.
The world simply wasn’t looking.
And now I am supposed to find something beautiful in the price we paid to make it look. I cannot.
Our blood should never have been the evidence of our humanity.
To hell with such an “achievement.”
We did not need the world to learn how Palestinians die.
We needed the world to care that Palestinians were alive.
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