In the Shadow of Conflict
TW: Israel Palestine War
I had a dream last night in which I was standing in Israel as plumes of smoke rose into the air. I stood on timeless stone walls erected within mere meters of the border that separated Gaza Strip from the rest of us. Crowds cried and panicked and bustled as a barrage of rockets flew in all directions.
We watched as they rained down on the Palestinian settlement. Indignant Israelis with family members among the hostages cheered as buildings burst into flames. I watched as a missile descended from the sky and rendered two of the settlement’s biggest structures into lifeless husks. The wounded, bloodied and desensitized faces of the Israelis surrounding me cheered vengefully as a boom resounded. I found myself among the cheering.
But another missile followed suit. It ripped through the skies of Gaza Strip with a violent crescendo as it plummeted to earth. It sent screams into the air and the two skeletal skyscrapers collapsing to earth. Cheers faded to a silence as we stood in petrified awe of an inferno that seemed almost blinding. We watched a visceral panic spread through the Palestinian settlement. We watched as fire spread from home to home through the densely packed community. The few cheers that had lingered turned to a quiet devastation as we all watched women and children leaping from windows, colossal pieces of rubble crushing entire families.
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