An Unforgettable Night By Dr. Nasim

An unforgettable night—etched into my memory from the days of displacement.

Yesterday, I remembered myself standing in that tent all night long…

On a rainy night…

People were retreating into the warmth of their homes, while I was standing there, holding up the roof of a nylon tent as water gathered above us. I stood in the middle of the tent, lifting the roof with a broom so it wouldn’t collapse on the heads of my sleeping children.

I did not sleep…

I was guarding a fragile childhood—one that feared being awakened by the cold, or drowned by merciless water.

Those nights of displacement can never be forgotten.

They stay carved into the heart no matter how the roof above you changes, no matter how the days shift.

Yesterday, as you slept beneath a ceiling of concrete, everything came rushing back…

The cold of those nights, the sound of rain beating against the thin fabric, that trembling that came not only from the cold—but from responsibility, from fear, from a love that never sleeps.

I remembered the people in the tents,

and I wept—by God, I wept for what they must be enduring now.

Children shivering, mothers covering the leaks with their hands so a small mattress won’t get soaked, fathers tightening the ropes so the wind won’t tear away their only home.

I wondered: What are they doing now?

How do they face a stormy night with no wall to shield them and no window to close against the rain?

We are a people who love life.

We never asked for much…

Just a home that preserves dignity,

a roof that keeps the rain away,

a door that shuts out fear.

Where is the world that speaks of humanity?

Where are those who call for peace?

Where are the ones raising slogans in conferences while children here shiver beneath a tent battered by the wind?

We do not want words…

We want a simple, safe life.

We want the rain to return to being a song of joy, not a nightmare we dread.

We want every tent replaced with a home, and every child to know sleep without fear.

We are a people who love life…

All we ask is that our voice be heard,

that our pain be seen,

and that we live with dignity—just as every human being wishes to live.

Dr. Nasim
Palestine – Gaza

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