I’m not a collaborator, but my voice and face must be disguised. As a Gaza resident, I mustn’t have contact with Jews. But Hava is my friend. She drove me to the Jewish hospital, staying with me, reassuring me in English.
Ahmed’s soon coming home. He expects his food to be hot and waiting for him on the table. Just like his mother served him and his father. Once when the soup was overly salted and lukewarm, he knocked me to the wall. I phoned my boss, Hava, who made sure I got treatment. Inshallah, there’s hope to have peace.
Ahmed’s soon coming home. He expects his food to be hot and waiting for him on the table. Just like his mother served him and his father. Once when the soup was overly salted and lukewarm, he knocked me to the wall. I phoned my boss, Hava, who made sure I got treatment. Inshallah, there’s hope to have peace.
