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Special reports: TRIBUTES TO MOTHERS AND CHILDREN July 22, 2024 Ms. Maram Humaid: "A letter to my son: As you turn one today in Gaza, I feel joy and sorrow" July 12, 2024 Noor Alyacoubi - "I'm fighting to keep my baby alive" and other stories: Mothers and children: Boom-And again Boom

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May 23, 2024 In commemoration of Roshdi Sarraj and tribute to Shrouq Al Aila

 
When one hurts or kills a women
one hurts or kills hummanity and is an antrocitie.
Gino d'Artali
and: My mother (1931-1997) always said to me <Mi figlio, non esistono notizie <vecchie> perche puoi imparare qualcosa da qualsiasi notizia.> Translated: <My son, there is no such thing as so called 'old' news because you can learn something from any news.>
Gianna d'Artali.

Dear reader, as history always repeats itself in all wars, wherever and whyever they take place, it are always the women and often also (widowed) mothers and (orphaned) children that are targeted and victims first. That is why they need our utmost attention and moreso support and so hear their stories and to start with that ms. Maram Humaid

Al Jazeera - July 22, 2024 - by By Maram Humaid
<<A letter to my son: As you turn one today in Gaza, I feel joy and sorrow
You are growing up without toys, a safe home, and the energy of your parents but your presence brings us hope.
Your basic needs have become our daily battle amid the war as we struggle to access clean water, baby formula, nappies, and your clothes for winter and summer. Watching you grow brings me both joy and sorrow. You are growing up without colourful toys, without a cosy home to shelter you, without beautiful, soft clothing, and, most painfully, without the full energy of your father and I, as we are burdened by sadness, depression, and harsh circumstances all around. Little displaced one, I don't know whether to feel sadness or relief that you don't yet understand the turmoil around you. But I know that a child your age should not endure such a harsh life.
What I could not prepare for
Before you arrived last summer, I bought you the most beautiful clothes, set up your bed in a cheerful corner, had air conditioning installed to shield you from the heat and gathered numerous toys. Now, all of that lies in ruins. War never featured in my plans or expectations. I thought you would be arriving at a more fortunate time than your eight-year-old sister with more access to different methods of education and wider availability of toys and books. I am passionate about early learning curricula and the Montessori method and I couldn't wait to begin your educational journey with you. I will never forget the joy when, back in October, a few days before the war began, I bought you your first books in red and black - high-contrast images suitable for your age according to the Montessori method.>>
Source:
https://www.aljazeera.com/features/2024/7/22/a-letter-to-my-son-as-you-turn-one-today-in-gaza-i-feel-joy-and-sorrow

and of ms. Noor Alyacoubi and her 10-month-old baby Lya:
"Sweet baby, I have no choice. Sweet baby, stay well."


Noor and her daughter Lya
Al Jazeera - July 12, 2024 - By Noor Alyacoubi
<< <As Israel inflicts starvation, I am fighting to feed my baby in Gaza. Amid the lack of food, I want to keep breastfeeding Lya, hoping to protect her from malnutrition.> A woman holds her baby. Noor <My daughter Lya was just shy of seven months old when Israel's war on Gaza began.
She was born on March 19, 2023, two years after my husband, Mohammed, and I were married. It hadn't been easy to conceive, and we were overjoyed to have Lya. From those early newborn days, I carefully considered everything that Lya would need, from her clothes to toys to later experimenting with recipes for the food that would nourish her. I had been adamant about breastfeeding for six months before introducing solid foods, wanting Lya to benefit from my milk as she grew and her immune system developed. As a working mother, I would spend nearly eight hours a day away from Lya. After work, I would rush home to spend time with my daughter. Then the war began on October 7. I had survived one war after another, yet this time I was a mother whose caution and careful planning was about to be painfully tested. Almost immediately, Israel blocked the entry of food, water, fuel and electricity into the Gaza Strip. Supplies began to run out, and prices increased. Mohammed and I worried about Lya. How would we get our baby cereal and formula, nappies, and other necessities? We collected some cans of formula and baby cereal, but I worried whether they would be enough or if we would find more. I was crushed by anxiety. Lya was growing, and her appetite was only increasing. We soon had to make a difficult decision. To stretch her food for as long as possible, I reduced Lya's meals from three to two servings of cereal a day as well as her formula from three servings to about one – the lack of gas, electricity and clean water preventing us from preparing and storing it safely - as I continued to breastfeed.
'Sweet baby, I have no choice'
Even before the war, access to safe, clean water was limited to just 4 percent of Gaza's population. In the first days of the ongoing war, water became even more scarce. By November, we had to ration the water shared among 31 family members, including my in-laws, and other displaced people seeking refuge in our apartment building in Gaza City. Each person was able to use only about half a litre (half a quart) of water per day to conserve our supply. We adults understood why we were thirsty, but we struggled to explain to the children why they could not drink water right now.
I also knew the situation was likely only going to get worse, so I set aside some bottles of water for Lya. By December, the Israeli army announced plans to launch a military operation in our area, the al-Daraj neighbourhood, forcing us to flee to western Gaza where my parents' house was. Their home was close to al-Shifa Hospital and had been abandoned since an Israeli attack on the medical facility began in November. But in our desperation, it was our only available refuge. We left al-Daraj and made the journey across town with the small bags of essentials that we had prepared for the inevitable moment when we would flee. It was cold, and I wore a warm jacket as I held Lya tightly in my arms and locked the door to our apartment, hoping to return one day. Our <refuge> - an area that was a prime target for Israel since the war began - was deserted. Everything around al-Shifa was devastated. There was no water, electricity or internet. For three days, we couldn't find any drinking water. I resorted to using my emergency reserve - the water bottles I had saved. I carefully rationed the 2 litres (2 quarts) I had for Lya, now nearly nine months old, to prepare her baby formula and cereal and for her to drink. Out of desperation, my husband, our relatives and I sipped unsafe saltwater drawn from a neighbour's well. When we managed to access drinking water, we didn't waste it on cooking - we used the brakish water for that. Flour was scarce and fresh produce nonexistent. We had one meal a day consisting of beans or rice, and it was never enough to feel full. As the number of displaced people who sought refuge with us increased, our rations grew smaller as we shared what we had. Baby cereal was scarce, and I bought what I could from the few pharmacies that had it and were rationing what they sold. But eventually, I couldn't feed Lya more than one meal of cereal a day.
Baby formula was also hard to come by, and I couldn't make it for Lya every time she was hungry. Drinking water was rare, and I had to save it for the most critical moments. My body gradually began to lose its ability to produce enough milk for Lya, who would cry from hunger after I fed her. I wanted to explain to her that it was not a choice, that I was hungry, that I wanted to feed her until she was full. Soon, I was forced to feed Lya the food that we ate - rice or soup cooked with water from the well. I felt pain and guilt every time I fed her, terrified of every bite I put into her mouth and what it might do to her body. I whispered to her: "Sweet baby, I have no choice. Sweet baby, stay well."
Bread and riceIn February, four months into the war, we returned to our house in al-Daraj, and safe drinking water became somewhat available.
But baby cereal and formula and fresh fruits and vegetables were nowhere to be found. In mid-April, Israel finally allowed limited entry of flour, meat, canned foods and, most importantly, some kinds of fresh produce into northern Gaza. This situation was short-lived. Right now, a bite of fresh produce feels like a dream, and starvation is once again threatening every Palestinian in northern Gaza. According to UNICEF, about 90 percent of children in Gaza lack the food to grow while 31 percent of children under the age of two in northern Gaza suffer from acute malnutrition. A group of independent United Nations experts warn famine has now spread throughout Gaza. On television and social media, I keep seeing images of children in Gaza being reduced to bones, their small bodies shrinking. As I breastfeed Lya, who has the habit of poking two little fingers into my mouth while she feeds, I look at her and ask myself, "Will the same thing happen to her?" Elsewhere, parents eagerly watch their babies taste bananas and mangoes for the first time or clumsily gnaw on a slice of cucumber. Lya knows nothing about these tastes. Currently, the only kind of vegetables that exist in the markets of northern Gaza are field pumpkins, priced at about 40 Israeli shekels ($10.89) per kilogramme (about 2lb). It is expensive and I don't know where it comes from, but I have to buy it because otherwise Lya's primary nutrition would be bread and rice.
'Stay strong'
What Lya and I have endured for the past nine months is what thousands of mothers in Gaza have endured as we fight for our children to survive the hunger and malnutrition being inflicted on us. I keep breastfeeding Lya, refusing to cut her off in the belief that I am still protecting her from the assault of malnutrition. I will give her every last nutrient my body has. Every last one. I murmur into her soft hair: "Please take what you can, my beloved." But recently, I have started to feel severe physical exhaustion and vulnerability, forcing me to consider what I have not wanted to do - to stop breastfeeding Lya. This predicament comes with a particular sense of heartbreak that many mothers understand. I want to be able to tell Lya: "I am trying my best to keep you healthy. I am trying my best.> Each night I go to sleep with the intention of weaning Lya the next day. Yet, when I wake, I don't, realising there are no other alternatives for her. Every night when I cradle Lya as she feeds and stares up at me, I feel the weight of these months. I whisper to her, promising that tomorrow we will find the strength to endure another day. I tell her stories about the future, one where she will taste the sweetness of fresh fruit and feel safe in our home. "My precious Lya," I tell her. "Stay strong." "
SOURCE: AL JAZEERA>>
https://www.aljazeera.com/features/2024/7/12/as-israel-inflicts-starvation-i-am-fighting-to-feed-my-baby-in-gaza?traffic_source=KeepReading

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