The healthcare system in the Gaza Strip has been ransacked amid the Israeli War on Gaza. The doctors and healthcare workers are, however, braving the bombardment and scarce supplies to treat the sick and wounded Palestinians.
With several hospitals becoming graveyards in the Gaza Strip, this poem has been penned by Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF, named Doctors Without Borders in English)바카라¯Head of Missions for Gaza, Helen Ottens-Patterson, in honour of the healthcare workers who chose to stay back amid violence and provide medical care to thousands in need without care for their safety or well being.바카라¯Â
Under fire and threat of armed expulsionÂ
With little more than bare handsÂ
You will learn how to keep aliveÂ
The world바카라™s last living patientÂ
Match the wristband with the consent paperÂ
You read to your colleague the name 바카라˜Hope바카라™Â
She is bloodied and shrapnel puncturedÂ
Her limbs are somewhere under the rubbleÂ
Of JabaliyaÂ
She is no longer wholeÂ
Yet she carries in her armsÂ
The unbornÂ
And the ghosts of Al ShifaÂ
And the shattered hearts of the bereavedÂ
And the empty hands of orphansÂ
Tiny fingersÂ
Seeking to curl themselves aroundÂ
The hand they will always senseÂ
But never knowÂ
And and and on and in into infinityÂ
Yet she breathesÂ
Because you will not leave your patientÂ
It바카라™s not because of medicineÂ
Because you learned thatÂ
When the medicine runs outÂ
When the blood banks run dryÂ
When the gauze is deletedÂ
When the light goes outÂ
She still breathesÂ
By your healing handsÂ
By your resolveÂ
To push your breath into her lungsÂ
And stay by her sideÂ