Being A Child In Gaza Poem by Zekai Ozgun

She would play today with Aisha,
Her doll,

-with black hair, and big black eyes
The one Her mother bought from the street seller
Just like the bride in her dreams
Ready for playing
Just beside the door of the living room,
Where her brother, Kareem
Her beloved mother, father and she
Were lying in the darkness of the night.
She was uneasy at nights
hugging her father’s arm tighter
As the bombs dropped.
Comfortable was she though,
for she knew that good people
-like her mother and father -
And kids not lying to their parents
-like her brother and herself-
Would go to heaven when they die.
Nonetheless, she was still anxious,
And not sure if it would hurt -

Had the bomb not,
Dropped on the roof of their house,
Reduced it into rubbles,
Broken her limbs and skull.