We recently celebrated 100 days of our new baby boy. Full cheeks, six arm rolls on each arm, the softest smile I've ever seen. The biggest smile when he sees his sister. (A little worried when he sees his big bro because he's so heavy-handed 😂.)
Who else is counting the days? @wizard_bisan1, @wissamgaza, and @motaz_azaiza are. 150 (March 5) days of death, displacement, and destruction. Some of the first words my baby heard were a prayer for Gaza as I cradled him, just the two of us with the luxury of an NHS room all to ourselves, looking out over the London skyline. The conditions a hundred days on are unthinkable.
Is he crying today because he is hungry? I can feed him. Cold? I can make him warm. Wet? I can change his nappy and his clothes. Basic necessities not afforded to those sheltering in an unsafe "safe" zone 2,000 miles from here.
Motherhood at the moment feels very bittersweet. I feel more grateful than ever for the sweetness in my own life, while mourning for those that have had their sweetness stripped away.
Ceasefire now.
