Returning back to work just for a day on the 30th, knowing that i'm going to be on leave again the next two days was a real drag. That morning all i wanted to do, as i laboured myself out of bed, was to get back in bed and cuddle up with my nice, warm and cozy bolster...my son!
Got back to the clinic, turned on my laptop and ran through the happenings in Malaysia and around the world with my thoughts still visualizing how i was going to be spending the next two days with my kids. Then, while reading of the happenings at the Gaza strip, i chanced upon some pictures that made my heart sink:
A relative carrying the body of 4-year-old girl, Dena Balosha, during her funeral in Jabalya refugee camp in the northern Gaza Strip.
Did they launch rockets on Israelis too?
What do you think she's going to tell her children when she comes out of the hospital?
One lesser place to seek solace.
Where do you think they spent new year's?
While New Year revellers were misbehaving on the streets of Malaysia, these Palestinian youngsters were on the streets trying to protect whatever little roof left for their loved ones.
Guess what kind of "Fire" works display they were watching during the new year countdown? We had a home to return to after watching ours. Did they?
I dread to even guess what this guy is asking for in his prayers.
The brave warrior! and i'm not talking about the guy in the uniform. This David has no chance in the world to beat the Goliath in this one.
Some of the thousands who were robbed off their childhood and their lives. They did not deserve this! What kind of animals do this to innocent children? If these photographs did not send tears rolling down your cheeks, i don't know what will.