Jennifer Abdo’s Reviews > Don't Look Left: A Diary of Genocide > Status Update

"For a week now, hospitals have been 'legitimate targets' turned into war zones, battle grounds, and the international community has just whistled to itself. Soldiers are accusing patients of hiding weapons of mass destruction, and have been re-opening wounds to see what they're hiding in there."

'How can people go on holiday on the graves of others?" Faraj asks.
"The entire Israeli tourist industry is built on it,' I say. "Come and party on Palestinian graves", they tell the world. "Dance and be merry beside the world's largest prison. Relax, have fun, enjoy yourselves!"

Some Israelis are calling on their government to transform the north of Gaza Strip into a giant entertainment park, a Disney World for colonisers and settlers. I remind Faraj that they did the same when they destroyed and demolished three Palestinian villages - Imwas, Yalo and Beit Nuba - in 1967. They called it 'Canada Park'. It lies just off the road from Jaffa to Jerusalem.

Even if the Israelis promise this is just a temporary deportation, for a limited time only, no one will believe them. This is exactly what happened in 1948. My grandmother was forced to leave her beautiful house in Jaffa, thinking she would return just a few days later. That was 75 years ago. Our hearts ache when we remember this collective loss. We all know what it looks like. It looks like this.

According to him, the tanks are now just half a kilometre from the Press House. Many people have been killed at the western end of the street, for just getting in the tanks' way. Another man tells me he saw talks and bulldozers destroying the mosque near the schools and the villas around it. 'They burn everything,' he shouts as he runs, without slowing down.

Despite being successful business people owning numerous offices in Gaza, Amman and Cairo, they suddenly found themselves homeless. In war, it does not matter how much you own or how rich or poor you are; money cannot buy safety or peace or neutrality; the target is always the same: your soul. The soldiers have their orders, their quotas, and their sights set.