Salutation from Gaza

Salutation from Gaza

Our Prophet says “Muslims are the different parts of a body” and continued “If something happens to one part, other parts also feel this”.

Our hearth bleeds when we read this letter. Being orphan is hard but being Orphan in Gaza is even harder says Mine Dalal El Samuni in his letter in which he sends salutation to us.

When you read this letter you feel better how it to be orphan is. The feeling of not having a mother, father and being orphan in Gaza... Our brother speaks to us and entire world from the hearth of Orphan Gaza screams in his lines the feeling of waking up with the sounds of bombs every morning and how it is to be left alone by everyone against the attacks of Israel. Here is the screams of an orphan from the hearth of Gaza and the life in Gaza

 "My tender uncle Åžerafettin MollaoÄŸlu

I wish you the salutation, mercy and abundance of Allah. May Allah protect you from all evils

I write this letter from Orphan Gaza

I am Mine Dalal EL Samuni. I was born in a midnight of 1998 with the sounds of bombs of Israel.

My father was working as a labor in an atelier and I had 7 siblings. The salary of my father was not enough for us. There was my mother, father, siblings and a happy big family. The embargo applied to Gaza and sudden attacks of Israel started to be habitual and the life was on in spite of everything.

Until 2009 we were alive despite all negative sides of life; in spite of poverty we have used to live in this way.

In 2009, Israel soldiers broke into our house and asked us to discharge the house. There was my grandpa and uncles in the house. We evacuated the house and move to a school in the district. There were our neighbors too and in total were 95. One night Israel soldiers started to bomb the school. It was dark; there was no electricity. We were 25 from the same family and we were in one class of the school. We were sleeping when the bombing on school started and we suddenly woke up. My father, mother, grandpa and uncles were trying to protect us. When I opened my eyes I was in the hospital. They have cut my foot and my body was all wrapped. There was only me from my family who could survive this bombing. My mother, father, grandpa, uncles, six siblings, cousins, aunts…. All martyrs. One month later I learnt that they were martyrs. I did not see the funerals of anyone including my mother or father. It took three months to heal and de hospitalize.

Now I am 12 years old and trying to survive all alone. I do not have one foot and walking with a cane. I live in an orphanage in Gaza and will be graduated from the elementary school this if almighty Allah permits.  

 

My dear uncle Åžerafettin

I knew you last year. Allah blesses you. We have brothers and sisters taking care of you. And I could know Cansuyu Organization. I receive your aid each month. Thanks to these aids I could afford my school fees and individual charges.

I was very happy when you called me in the last Sacrifice Festival. I do not know you; I just know the name of yours and organization. I always pray for you, my mother, father, brothers and all other martyr relatives. I was feeling very lonely until you started to take care of me. Even if my father is a martyr I am very happy that I have a spiritual father who does never forget me and who always take care of me. May Allah protects you and makes you neighbor of our dear Prophet in the paradise

We are 125 children in this orphanage and the mothers of some friends are alive but they have to stay in the orphanage as their financial condition is not good. I would like to be a doctor when I grow up. I love Turkey, sometimes I watch Turkey on TV.

Being orphan is difficult; being orphan in Gaza is much difficult

We woke up in the morning not with voice of our mother but the bomb sounds of Israel war crafts.

Our fathers do not give us pickpocket money when we go to school

We do drink hot soups of our mothers when are sick.

We do not have parks to play in

 

I am screaming from the hearth of Orphan Gaza

To everyone with conscious

To the West!

To the East!

To entire Muslim World!

To our Muslim Brothers!

You left us alone!

You did not hear our screams!

O children of West and East!!!

 

 

Do you know how it is to be without mother and father?

O West speaking about human right!

Have you ever spoken about us?
 

Your human rights do not work for Gaza ? Is there no humans in Gaza?

 

And You Muslims!

O Muslims believing in Allah and Koran!

You did not hear our screams; you did not sweep our tears!

You left us alone with the cruel attacks of Israel

 

I don’t give you my blessing!

I don’t give you my blessing!

I don’t give you my blessing!

 

Orphan Mine Dalal ELSAMUNÄ°

10122010

Gaza

       GAZA FACED CHILD

 

To which ideals we accustomed our hearts

In which darkness we lost our tomorrows

We are used to your being orphans, Gaza faced child

Yet when I Remember of you, Gaza faced child

It hurts

 

It burns inside

Gaza faced child

 

 

I dream of you every night

While my pains drop on these lines

My pen shivers Gaza faced child

It hurts

It burns inside. Gaza faced child

 

I want to come to Gaza

I can’t

I give you my hands

I can’t reach. Gaza faced child

 

An ember burns where it falls

I regret a lot

I want to get revenge from the ones left you orphans

I can’t

I drop my feelings to my lines

I can’t be with you there. Gaza faced child

 

I can’t, Gaza faced child

Be remedy of your troubles

Our inanities do not relieve your pains

You are always in pain. Gaza faced child

It hurts in me too

My hearth burns. Gaza faced child

 

 15.12.2010

Çamlıca /Ä°stanbul

Åžerafettin MOLLAOÄžLU

CANSUYU ORGANIZATION ISTANBUL FOREIGN AFFAIRS RESPONSIBLE

02-01-2013