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Fragile hope

A ceasefire was announced between Hamas and Israeli forces. In the few days between the announcement and the proposed start, Israel killed at least 103 people and injured over 260 in Palestine. Netanyahu didn’t even wait until the start of the ceasefire to threaten even greater killing and destruction, and has called the halt to the bombing ‘temporary’. The start of the ceasefire was delayed as Netanyahu demanded the names of the first 3 hostages that would be released. During the delay Israeli warplanes attacked the northern Gaza Strip and killed 8 people. Hamas has now released a list of 34 hostages who will be released in a phased approach over 6 weeks. They include Ariel Bibas, age 5, and Kfir Bibas, age 1. The trauma suffered by these children, and the children of Palestine is unimaginable.

I like to look at the Guardian’s photography feature, the week in pictures. This week shows both desperation and hope in Gaza. The ceasefire is welcome, but it is merely a pause, it is fragile, and it is just the start. I fear that the international community will continue to fail the people of Palestine and that we will not see justice in our lifetime. But we must continue to demand accountability and repercussions for the perpetrators of genocide; and peace, justice, safety and self-determination for the people of Palestine. I continue to support Osama and his family and hope they get the chance to rebuild their lives and pursue their dreams.

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New year, new hope

It’s a New Year! January the 1st is not only the start of the New Year in the Gregorian calendar, but also the Roman and Julian, so if you’re still following the Julian calendar like the Amazigh people, then we’re in synch. There are of course New Years all through the year in different countries and cultures, and some New Years which move. This feels destabilising. I like the predictability of seasons and festivals. This week I learned that January the 1st is a feast day in the calendar of Eastern Orthodox calenders because it is the Feast of the Circumcision of Christ. I’m not sure this knowlege has enhanced my life. And now you can reflect on whether it has enhanced yours.

I did not stay up until midnight. I was pretty exhausted from work so had the most luxurious evening eating a lovely dinner and retiring to bed. My favourite thing about getting older is that I feel less and less need to do what’s expected and instead I do whatever I like! P__ stayed up but he’s a definite night owl, wheras I’ve had to accept that I’m more of a morning lark.

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Mutual aid

A view across Greenland Dock, London in teh early morning when is is dark, looking across at a misty view of Canary Wharf.

Joy is elusive this month. I leave home early and return after a long day in darkness. My sleep is broken and unrefreshing. My dreams are invaded by oxygen flow meters, masks, monitors, and breathless patients. I am tired, but that word is inadequate to describe the omnipresent fatigue that seeps into every cell of my body through the day, and which sleep fails to banish.

 

But there is hope. There is always hope. And right now it’s name is mutual aid.

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The Future is Red

I spoke to Marie Claire magazine about my vote, and my response to the election result. You can read the full article, including three other women’s responses, here. Below is my section of the article.

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Living loss

I got to know Joseph * over a number of months. He was first admitted to hospital in April, when his bed overlooked the garden with trees in bud. As Spring turned to Summer he was readmitted, and when Autumn came he watched the leaves change colour and fall. Each time he was admitted he spent more time in hospital and less time at home, and we worried more about whether this admission might be his last.

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