I need you, she whispered into the night, times are difficult and I need you.
An emotional Gaza, is a massacre nonetheless. Will you save me? She asked him the question over and over again. She needed to know that he was there and even if he couldn’t save her would he lay down his weapons and offer her comfort and support?
He couldn’t, actually he wouldn’t… he had his own demons to vanquish.
What is it with us humans? Always hoping someone will rush out of the darkness and save us? I blame the movies, they gave us a distorted perception of how life happens! (nothing can find resolution in 2 hours, while you eat popcorn and slurp on a cold beverage). In reality the only person that would or could save us is ourselves.
Even with this knowledge, as the dawn broke, she looked out over the sand dunes and searched the horizon. Was that a Bedouin warrior on an Arabian horse she saw in the distance or just a mirage her mind had created from hope?