Gaza, Publication and Information Unit. By May Ammar<\/p>\n
This is Sara, that cheerful, playful ten-year-old girl from a family of modest means and modest living. Sara, who loved everyone around her, had always dreamed that her excellence at school would continue so that she could fulfil her dream of becoming a skilled eye surgeon. Day followed day and her intelligence kept growing. But she is Palestinian by origin, living in the Gaza Strip, in the Shujaiya neighbourhood to be exact, whose streets and people and residents were full of life. Yet does the state of the people of that neighbourhood last?<\/p>\n
It was the last war on the Gaza Strip that put life to death in that large neighbourhood. Continuous shelling and destruction of houses, streets and people, until Sara's house came in its turn: that small house crowded with children, women and men, some of whom had fled to the house of Sara's uncle, believing it to be somewhat further from the random shelling. But the moment of death came. On the morning of that wretched day Sara was asleep in her small warm bed when that shell struck and paralysed the life of that house. Sara's mother rushed to check on her children, and there came the thunderbolt.<\/p>\n
Sara's mother could not believe what her eyes saw: this was her daughter, whom she had left asleep in her bed, and she returned to find Sara's body drowning in blood. She did not know where her daughter was bleeding from or where this vast amount of blood was coming from. All she knew was that her daughter was unconscious and did not answer her mother's calls, and that Sara was dead.<\/p>\n
Without thought or awareness she carried her daughter in her arms amid the heavy gunfire and continuous shelling and put her in the ambulance that was waiting at the door of their home. Sara remained in a coma for two full days in intensive care, the result of a fragment that had penetrated the lower part of her head and lodged there. But when Sara woke from that coma, the doctor told them they could not treat her critical condition, and here the whole family's ordeal began: Sara needed treatment and needed to travel abroad. From then on Sara had a different personality.<\/p>\n
That cheerful, playful girl, who never tired of playing with her brothers, sisters and friends, had disappeared. Now she was harsh in her speech, hitting her siblings whenever they tried to come near her. She came to feel that everyone pitied her and that no one loved her. Sara, who had hated sitting at home, now refused absolutely to go outside, and could not sleep in her bed or even sit in her room, \"the room of death\", as she named it. She refused to eat and felt revulsion at everything.<\/p>\n
Things went on like this until her mother felt her daughter would die and that her life would be destroyed psychologically and physically. Then she came to the counsellor Nibal, who works at the Palestinian Center for Democracy and Conflict Resolution. At first Sara refused to meet the counsellor, but with persistence and continued visits Sara began little by little to feel at ease with her and to express the problems inside her and her grief at what had happened to her. Soon Sara, who had accepted no one but her mother, began asking her mother to come and see the counsellor and to talk to her through emotional release sessions.<\/p>\n
But is psychological treatment enough in Sara's difficult medical condition? The counsellor helped Sara so that she could travel for treatment, and when she reached Jordan and a date was set for the operation the shock came: the operation had only a 5% chance of success. The mother immediately refused to let her young daughter undergo it, for fear of losing her, and Sara returned home once more and continued her treatment with the counsellor Nibal. Because the effect of the psychological treatment on Sara was stronger, she decided to continue with it, and the counsellor helped the child to live with her injury and to return to being the cheerful girl who loved everyone, going to school, studying and playing, and giving up her harsh manner little by little. In closing, we wish Sara a swift and complete recovery, God willing.<\/p>\n
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