Tonight, our community is mourning a little boy in northern #Gaza that most of us never knew. A friend told us that a small boy was trapped in rainwater. Civil Defense teams tried to reach him, but the occupation made it impossible for rescue to arrive in time.
For over two years, reconstruction materials and aid have been blocked by the #occupation, which led to this and other disasters.
We pray he is at peace with Allah, and that mercy is granted to him and his family. We pray that Allah holds #Israel accountable for creating these conditions.
I wrote the poem below to help those of us who sat with this pain together.
For the Boy Worth Waiting For
Tonight we waited, side by side,
with fragile hope we couldn’t hide.
A child was trapped as rain came down,
in heavy hours we gathered round.
They said the teams were on their way,
that maybe there was time to save.
That part of the night was not secure,
the way was dangerous, unsure.
We let ourselves believe once more
that being seen would change the score,
that eyes on him would end delay,
that help would reach him, that he’d stay.
But roads were blocked. Access was slow.
Minutes stretched and wouldn’t hold.
A danger built from safety denied,
held at the border, not let inside.
The water rose. The hours passed.
We stayed and hoped until the last.
Then came the word we feared to hear:
the boy was gone before help was near.
We waited, and it was not in vain.
It was our duty to hold this pain.
May Allah grant him perfect peace
and make this torment forever cease.
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