The Diary of a girl in Gaza

"I wandered here and there..having no idea where i was.
I was looking for my sister-Layla.I asked everyone around..i went everywhere looking for her.She was the only one left in my family.My family died fighting for their land.In a state of desperation,i entered the clinic and inquired about my sister.She was there-alive.I rejoiced.But i found her in pain.She was covered with bandages and this lively girl couldn't even move."i just want to end my life"she said.I was in tears too..but i couldn't let my sister know that i was just as scared as she was."Layla-umm and baba didn't raise us to run away..they taught us to fight-to fight back".She tried to smile but she couldn't.She just held my hand.The doctor told me that she was going to live for only 3 or 4 days but my little sister was still alive on the fifth day.I was so proud of her..i knew she was just hanging in there.That night she told me how much she missed those days when we were free and when we were unafraid.She said this pain was too much and she couldn't bear it.I started crying.She told me to wipe away my tears...she started singing an old Palestinian song..and i joined her.We both laughed and sang all night.Next morning i went out to get food.There was no food and water.I felt like i had lost everything.I came back to see my sister-the only face that made each day easier for me.There she was-lying motionless.She lost the battle.She died.I felt like a part of me was taken away.I felt sad.I felt lonely.I didn't know what to do.I lost everything.I lost everyone i loved.I am not sure if i am going to live.And i am not scared.I know my Layla is waiting for me".






I found this diary amongst the rubble.The clinic was bombed.No one survived.