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MEDITATION OF A GRANDPARENT IN A WAR TORN LAND

I should be able to relax a little at my age. My children are grown up, happily married and with children of their own. Instead I live in a constant state of fear.

The bombardment is relentless. A constant blast of missiles all around us. Nowhere is safe any more. We are reduced to living in two rooms. The rest of the house has been destroyed. My youngest daughter, Miriam, was trapped under the rubble, and despite all our efforts to release her, she died. Painfully, slowly and screaming, “Mama! Mama!” She was beautiful, kind, caring…………….and six months pregnant.

I don’t know which is worse, daytime or night time. During the day I have to be strong, a rock for my children and grandchildren. It tears at my heart when the little ones are crying because they are hungry. There’s not much food to go round. Few merchants are able to move around the country to re stock provisions.

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