Jawad Harb
Jawad Harb works for the aid agency CARE, managing a programme supporting women's centres in Gaza. He is a Palestinian and lives in Rafah with his wife and six children. His programme has now restarted after being put on hold when Israeli bombing began.
Gaza: 'Were my friends at school when it was bombed?'
Jan. 11, 2009 - 12 pm, local time My son's school was destroyed today in an air strike. Ziad is just six years old - he started going to school in September. He loves it, especially the physical education class and art class, where he loves drawing. But for 16 days, since these horrible attacks began, he has not been able to go to school, and he has not seen any of his friends. Throughout all the bombings, and the sleepless nights, the one thing he looked forward to was going back to school. But now, his school is completely demolished. ...
'Dad, why can't Ali Baba end the war in Gaza?'
Jan. 9, 2009 - 4 am, local time This is the 14th day of the attack. It is 4 am. My six children are so worried, restless and unable to close their eyes. With each airstrike, the house shakes right and left, and the children grab one another like cold rabbits seeking warmth. ...
Dad, when are we going to die?
My child just started crying - she just heard on the news that Israel will start bombing our neighbourhood, because there are allegedly insurgents living here. She has been having nightmares that our house will be totally destroyed, and our family will die under it. She has seen the photos of other destroyed homes on TV. She said to me, "Dad, if they bomb us, where are we going to go? What do we do? All the houses are targeted. We can't even run." ...
Our house was shaken by six airstrikes
While the Gaza strip is currently facing some of the toughest challenges in the Palestinian territories, I'm writing my own very personal story. But it is also the story of 1.6 million Palestinians living in Gaza. The 28th of December, 2008, was a day to remember. It was 4:30 p.m. I was sitting with my six kids at my house which is 500 metres from the Egyptian border. The darkness was surrounding us like a monster, a few candles lit our path to the kitchen and bathroom. It was a moonless night full of unpredictable, unknown fear. I was telling my kids stories to distract them when suddenly it was like an earthquake - six consecutive airstrikes shook the house up and down. ...
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