Julie Webb-Pullman reports

In Gaza we live

by Julie Webb-Pullman

Yesterday I went shopping. Like billions of people throughout the world, I went to the market to buy fruit and vegetables. Like a fraction of a percent of them, I did so beneath falling bombs.

Because I was shopping in Gaza.

Gaza, where we eat our bread with blood. Gaza, where the babies are bathed with tears. Gaza, where we LIVE.

We live despite media misinformation that paints Israel as the victim – a media that harms us every bit as much as every Israeli missile.

We live in the face of the lie of Israeli self-defense, of Israeli “response to rocket fire” – which ignores the root cause planted, watered and fertilized by Israeli snipers last Friday, when they shot dead Palestinian teenager Raed Khalil Abu Tair, on crutches and hundreds of meters away from the fence.

THAT was the seed from which this situation grew. And it is a seed that feeds our defiance, resistance, and our very will to live in Gaza.

I refuse to be cowed by Israeli bombs. I refuse to shiver and shake from fear in an inside room. I defy Israeli brutality, I refuse to let it define my life.

Instead, I LIVE.

I went shopping to Saha market, and between the blasts I bought a pair of sandals, and a sunhat each for my friend’s daughters. Yes, I jumped with each bomb – then continued with what I was doing – getting on with LIFE.

I bought fruit and vegetables – eggplant, capsicum, potatoes, tomatoes, onions – ordinary, and life-giving. Oranges and kiwifruit – vitamin-packed jewels to add a sparkle no drone can dim.

I went next to the Curiosity Shop to see if he had a traditional Ramadan lamp – he didn’t.

I jumped in a car and went to Jundy; a missile struck behind us, the people in the car craned to see, people in the street all hurried towards it. I got out of the car and went into a dress shop, looking for something light to wear inside for summer.

More bombs fell.

I went to the supermarket, bought dates, water, tomato paste. I got home, put on a load of laundry because there was electricity, and unpacked the shopping.

I began preparing the vegetables for dinner.

There was a massive explosion; I went to the balcony, and saw palls of smoke rising from behind the supermarket – and realized I had forgotten to get coffee.

I will have to go and get some tomorrow.

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6 responses

  1. Reblogged this on Tory Britain! and commented:
    Thank you for your bravery and for sharing with us (& the rest of the World) your struggle trying to live a “normal” life whilst doing everyday mundane things that the rest of us take for granted.
    We can only offer you Solidarity and our promises to publicise your vile treatment by your Israeli government oppressors.
    I pray for the day when Palestinian people become free from this tyranny.

    May 5, 2019 at 12:44 pm

  2. Miss Castello

    Despair, rage, loathing… worst of all…useless/inadequate..unable to make it STOP. So many of us here in UK & around the world, stand up /speak out for Palestinians 24/7.
    Sooner or later, justice, freedom, from that vile entity ‘IsraKill’ WILL come. It must.

    Thank you for all you do (& others like you). Gods bless.

    May 5, 2019 at 7:35 pm

  3. Reblogged this on nasreenebrahim.

    May 6, 2019 at 5:14 am

  4. Maxine

    Astounded at your bravery, Julie (but not surprised!) and very proud of you, stay safe xx

    May 6, 2019 at 7:58 am

  5. Jasper Bubba

    Reposting your entry at http://neweaglesforum.proboards.com/post/42633/thread

    Thank you for having the courage to physically bear witness.
    GOD BLESS YOU AND ALL IN GAZA.
    With Love.

    May 8, 2019 at 9:12 pm

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