My name is Khadija Said, a student hoping to take the plunge and Skydive for Gaza on the 23 of August, 2014. Over the last couple of weeks, I have sat helplessly in front of my TV screen watching as one Israeli bomb after another dropped over Gaza. The death and devastation that followed this heavy bombardment has left me feeling both helpless and hopeless. The death toll has already reached 1,800 with more than 8,300 left injured and this number is continuously on the rise. UNRWA estimates that the number of children killed in this war has reached over 370.
Just hearing these numbers repeated over and over, 1,800, 370, 8,300. The people of Gaza have become exactly that: numbers. But there’s a lot more to each of these people. A story waiting to be told, a life determined, truly determined to exist. As we hope to plunge down from 13,000 ft – I can only think of the bombs that fall over Gaza at a similar height. Those who have been killed in Gaza have left the constant fear of the next bomb, have left the constant attacks, shelling and bombardment, but we often forget the permanent damage bombs leave behind. Of men, women and children who have been left mentally, physically and emotionally scarred for the rest of their lives.
This is Gaza.
A people, a generation of brave youth that above all odds, still cling on to hope. Hope that they will overcome. That they too like the children of the world will no longer wake up to the sound of bombs, will no longer go to sleep at night with the fear that it will be their last. That they will one day be able to walk to school, with their shoes crunching over the rubble and hatred bombs leave behind - that they will be able to rebuild homes and plant seeds of love back into Gaza’s soil. That they too can run around freely and lie underneath the shades of Palestine’s ancient olive trees to shelter from the summer sun. It was the cries of the children of Gaza, their tears, anguish and the realisation that I too could have just as easily been in their place that spurred me on to overcome one of my greatest fears: the fear of heights
A story that has stuck with me is that of 7 year old Maha, who’d lost 6 members of her family and was left paralysed from the neck down. Maha, just one of the thousands of children in Gaza is in dire need of aid. It’s because of these children, their determination and their resilience to live that we hope to be able to raise enough money to fund for the treatment of children like Maha.
Our target is to raise £12,000 as a team to fund a Treatment Room complete with medicine and medical equipment supplies for the victims of the humanitarian crisis in Gaza.
This challenge could not come at a more critical time. The people of Gaza are in desperate need of medicine and medical supplies, with 18 of their health facilities crippled from recent bombings.
Enough shelling, enough heartbreak, enough damage.
Please help me raise money for Gaza now:
He’s so incredibly strong and calm, he almost reminds me of the sea? In the way that water and waves calm over me, engulf me, gently lift me, in the way that waves crash against stones when the sun sets and no one is around to see the seas beauty and in the way the wind picks up on the glittering surface against the moon and the crisp air at night and in the way a whole world, a whole mine is yet to be discovered in the seas deepest core, in the way the sea can change and flip so quickly, in the way the sea air fills my lungs, in the way it drowns me, in the way the sea slowly regains its calm and steady pace as the morning looms over, waves lapping across the sand, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
But no one was around to see the storm, no one ever knew.