The child blogger, a skateboard enthusiast, muses over his board fashioned of scrap metal left over from Quassam rockets. He also comments on the quick getaway it provides when fleeing “long ones” although, he says, everyone knows there’s nowhere to hide.
The writing is a disturbing mix of child norms – attempting skateboarder tricks, idolizing and obsessing over heroes – and the realities of war – classmates’ deaths caused by “long one” hits -that no child should endure.
When writing about attempting to get onto university computers for updates vis a vis the skateboarding world at large, he notes:
I have learned that during times like this when there is nothing to eat and people are dying all the time, it is preferable not even to try because there will always be someone who will get angry at me.
Before Suleiman died, he would say that this is one of the crazy things about living in Gaza: The angrier they get about children that are killed, the worse they behave towards children who are alive.
Go read. It’s a reality check.