In 2023, there is a place in this world called Gaza

我想起2020年10月21日的清晨6:26分突然惊醒。夜里我做了个噩梦，我满脸是泪。我的儿子好像才六岁的样子，我们一路被坏人追杀，儿子被迫掉进了下水道，我拼命叫：“儿子，你在哪里？”儿子应我：“妈妈，我在这里。”我的手机又旧，没有定位，天又黑，完全找不到任何一个人来救我们，我嗓子都哭哑了，最后儿子依靠自已的力量走出了黑暗，满脸都是伤，非常可怕，现实中我与儿子过得非常幸福，没有人要杀害我们。原来被人杀害如此可怕。昨天深夜我又回到了如梦如幻的10月无锡，乔木之城，温暖而美好，世界却有一个地方叫加沙。有时候我们的眼睛可以看见宇宙，但我们却看不见社会最底层的悲惨世界。巴勒斯坦的每一个人来到世上，他们的生命都有价值。

I remember, at 6:26 in the early morning of Oct 21, 2020, I woke up with a start. That night, I had a nightmare with tears streaming down my face. My son was around six years old. We were chased by a bad guy all the way, and my son fell into a drain. I shouted, “Where are you, son?” And he answered, “Mom, I’m here!”My phone was old and had no GPS, and it was so dark. Nobody could be reached to save us even when I cried myself hoarse. In the end, my son struggled out of the darkness by himself, with wounds on his face. It was so horrible. In reality, my son and I live a happy life. There’s no threat of killing. I realized it is so terrible to undergo that threat. Yesterday, late at night, I came back to Wuxi in October, a dreamlike city and city of trees. It’s warm and beautiful. Yet, there is also a place in this world called Gaza. Sometimes we can see the universe up high, but we lose sight of the miserable part of the society in the bottom. Every individual of Palestine who comes into the world has their own value in their lives.