Hasnain says:

As a parent to a 3.5yo (or just a human), there are things you read that sometimes just fuck you up. I had read the preview first and was dreading reading it. But we must bear witness.

“The first time my three-and-a-half-year-old son, Rafik, asked me “Are we going to die today?” was in December of 2023, roughly two months after the war began. We were lying in a recovery bed, still shaking from the blast that had buried us beneath the concrete roof of our house, in Gaza City. My entire family had passed out before we were found bleeding. Rafik was curled up on the ground, close enough that I could see him, but too far for me to reach out and hold him. After we were pulled from the rubble, I remember thinking, This is the moment that rewires a child forever. I’ve been watching that shift occur in front of me ever since.

Nour Jarada, a mental-health manager in Gaza, sees this rewiring on a daily basis. She works inside of medical tents that have no sound insulation, each one containing folding beds that separate trauma from trauma. The patients arrive on foot—some having walked for miles, many led in by family members who didn’t know what else to do. “Some don’t speak,” she told me. “They stare, sometimes scream. Most cry for hours, unblinkingly.” Children have asked Jarada if they could go back to school, as if normal were still hiding somewhere nearby.”

Posted on 2025-08-02T23:09:15+0000