Perhaps there is no young girl who does not have a diary in which she records the events of her day, including moments of joy or sadness, and in which she records her wishes for the future and her dreams of what is to come in the future.
These women dream of a specific educational and professional path, while others dream of the specifications of a future life partner. The space of dreams has no limits, while reality is limited no matter how wide its scope.
“Sila” is a Gaza girl who was not a stranger to children. She dreams and gives free rein to her imagination, despite the occupation’s coercions and attacks that have beset this narrow area of land, since the Nakba that befell Palestine, making its land either a border for the occupier or a target for its attacks.
Although this aggression, which is about to complete its third month, is not like other previous attacks, it has so far led to the death of more than 20,000 Palestinians, most of them women and children, and the injury of more than 50,000 others, in addition to the destruction of nearly half of Gaza’s buildings. However, Sela never stopped dreaming and planning for the future.
Silla was dreaming of the end of the aggression, and she dedicated a page in her diary to write down these dreams. She was even more practical and organized when she titled one of the pages with the following title: “My plans after the war.”
30 days from delivery (meaning ordering from restaurants at home). Watching television, staying up late, going out wherever and whenever she wants, calling Daddy for hours on end, and then traveling to him, these were some of the wishes of the little girl who was groaning with more than two million Palestinians under the weight of brutal bombing that targeted everything, not even excluding places of worship, hospitals, or schools.
At the end of Sila’s wishes, her prayer was, “God willing, my plans will come true.”
They were not big dreams, but just food and drink and the ability to move, contact the father, and then travel to him. Perhaps they can be classified as the minimum dreams of children in this era. However, the occupation made it difficult for the little girl to achieve her dreams, despite their simplicity.
The occupation army bombed the little girl’s house as part of the bombing of homes in the Nuseirat camp in Gaza, so Sila’s soul ascended to its place of rest with a number of her family members, and joined the list of martyrs that has exceeded 20,000 so far.
Journalist Hani Abu Marzouk posted a video about this painful story on his Instagram account, in which he showed the little girl Sela’s diary, and commented by saying that the scene was over, and Sela was unable to complete the scenes of the play.
After publishing pictures of her diary, a video spread showing the moment the child’s body was recovered from under the rubble of her house, which was bombed by the occupation army, destroying it and with it the dreams of its residents, old and young.
On another page of her diary, Silla wrote what looked like a play with her brothers and cousins, and one of the scenes of the play was filming her. She woke up and did not find food for breakfast.
But Silla and the rest of the victims did not wake up this time, and the last chapter of their lives ended, under the eyes and eyes of the world, which often moved and rose up for the sake of a statue or an animal, but now is content with silently watching tens of thousands, as they are bombed and die.