âThese are the lucky onesâ: The Gazan children in hospital in Rome
By Roberto Cetera
Small golden earrings soften four-year-old Zeinaâs face, which is marked by illness. They are the only thing she managed to bring with her while fleeing the bombs in Gaza. Since last February, she has been living with her mother Manar and her two-year-old sister Dana at Romeâs Umberto I Polyclinic, in the pediatric oncology ward. We greet her from a few meters awayâher immune system is too weak for us to come closerâbut even though she doesn't know us, she waves and blows kisses. This all takes place under the watchful eyes of the medical staff, who care for these children with loving attention and professionalism.
With one eye on Dana, the childrenâs mother, Manar Farhat Murtaja, 29, tells me: âWeâve been here for four months, I havenât left this place at all. We eat and sleep all three of us in this room. We made it to Rome thanks to a humanitarian corridor. Zeina is in critical condition. She was already sick while we were in Gaza, but there was no way to treat her, or even to find out what illness she had. The nearest hospitals were destroyed and there was no way to get treatment. The few facilities still operating gave priority to people pulled from the rubble, in immediate danger of death. For months we didnât know what illness Zeina had, and we lost precious time in fighting the tumor. We traveled 3,000 kilometers to get here, even though just outside Gaza there are hospitals that could have treated my daughter. My husband wasnât allowed to come with us, and this is such a difficult situation here, one that would be hard for anyone, even in normal conditions. I manage to speak with my husband sometimes by phone. Weâve lost everythingâour house is gone, and so is my father. He was killed by Israeli bombing.â
A convoy of police cars stops outside the entrance to the pediatric ward. A woman steps out and quickly outpaces her security team, heading up the stairs toward the room where Manar, Zeina, and little Dana are staying. The woman is Varsen Aghabekian, Foreign Minister of the State of Palestine. âI came to Rome to attend the inaugural mass of ĐÓMAP”Œșœ Leo XIV, but my trip wouldnât have felt complete if I hadnât come to visit my fellow Palestinians.â
She is accompanied by the Palestinian ambassadors to Italy and to the Holy See, who bring toys and sweets for the girls, and also for another young patient from Gaza, Saied, who is in the room next door with his mother. Mana, on the other hand, receives a small gift from your correspondent: a bag of zaâatar, the thyme-based spice used throughout Palestine.
âVisiting these little girls is also a tribute to the new ĐÓMAP”Œșœ, who began his service with the word âPeaceâ,â says the Foreign Minister, who is Christian. âItâs both paradoxical and absurd to say that these children, despite their serious condition, are actually the lucky ones, compared to the thousands of children who have been killed in Gaza. Forty in just the last three days.â
âWe are very grateful to the Italian government for the welcome it has given to these children and their mothers,â Aghabekian continues. âItaly is the European country that has shown the most solidarity in this tragedyânearly 200 children have been received here. Only Egypt, Qatar, and a few other Arab countries have taken in similar numbers.â
While we're speaking, a video call arrives from Jerusalem. Another visitor joins virtually: Father Ibrahim Faltas, who worked hard to set up the humanitarian corridors which brought little Zeina to Italy. âNow we must discuss another important issue with my Italian counterpart, Anotnio Tajani,â Aghabekian says: âresidence permits for those who have been discharged from hospitals and obviously cannot return to Gaza. Also, family reunification for the fathers who remained behind.â
The minister passes along greetings and well-wishes from President Mahmoud Abbas, from Ramallah. âIâm almost 30 years old and had never left Gaza. I never imagined the first time would be to come to Italy for my daughterâs treatment. I would have been happy just to see Jerusalem for the first timeâitâs only 60 kilometers from where we lived, but Al-Quds was a dream for us,â Manar says, her eyes shining, as Zeina continues to wave and blow kisses from her hospital bed.
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