{"id":351820,"date":"2026-03-18T02:18:08","date_gmt":"2026-03-18T02:18:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ie\/351820\/"},"modified":"2026-03-18T02:18:08","modified_gmt":"2026-03-18T02:18:08","slug":"every-gazan-student-in-ireland-is-haunted-by-what-they-cannot-express","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/ie\/351820\/","title":{"rendered":"Every Gazan student in Ireland is haunted by what they cannot express"},"content":{"rendered":"

O\u2019Connell St in Dublin is a busy place on Saturday morning, especially in the rain. I had come from Maynooth by train to meet my friend Dima, and she had taken the Luas from UCD.<\/p>\n

\u201cMeet you by the spire,\u201d I had said.<\/p>\n

I saw her on the other side of the road \u2014 her long hair and that luminous smile \u2014 and I tried to signal \u201cstay there, I will come to you\u201d.<\/p>\n

She was trying to tell me to stay, that she would come to my side. The light changed to green and we both ended up in the middle \u2014 no man\u2019s land.<\/p>\n

We laughed as we hugged on the wet day because, well, that was the story of us: Stuck in the middle between Gaza<\/a> and the GPO.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s get coffee\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

We hurried to Butlers as a taxi hurtled past, hitting a puddle that splashed us.<\/p>\n

Dima and I had a lot in common. We had been lifted out of Gaza in the dead of night<\/a> last August and, whenever we meet, we don\u2019t just hang out.<\/p>\n

The first hug has a certain ritual to it. We are like children in the dark, feeling for another human being made of flesh and blood and not just a ghost. We tell each other without words: You are still here, and I am still here. It must not be a dream after all. We both have this suspicion that it\u2019s all a fantasy. We wake up and the Irish mist dissolves us back into the tent cities of Rafah. But the coffee and the conversation, and being warm and out of the rain, make us feel real again. Yes, we are here. We made it.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you hear about the new ceasefire? They are opening Rafah?\u201d Dima asks me. \u201cTell that to my family,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d she says back.<\/p>\n

\n \u00a0Gaza has ruined that word \u2018ceasefire\u2019. It means you can keep killing\n <\/p>\n

(The United Nations estimates that more than 600 Palestinians have been killed and 1,500 injured since the October 2025 ceasefire was announced.)<\/p>\n

Not exactly the lightest conversation to begin with. I was dying for a smoke, and I asked Dima if I could sneak out for a minute. She knows the bad habits of most Gazan men and says: \u201cSure. I\u2019ll get something to eat. What do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n

We are both graduate students and, every day, we talk to our families. We know the situation on the ground and how different it is from what we read in the news headlines, which project the latest set of plans, predictions, and promises.<\/p>\n

I come back and the rain has gotten even worse. I only got a few puffs because I couldn\u2019t keep it alight. A smoker\u2019s curse.<\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like we are going to be stuck in our tents today, Dima,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s OK,\u201d she says. I want to talk more than walk.<\/p>\n

Benchmark for coping<\/p>\n

Dima is always someone that I measure myself by to check if she is feeling the same as me or doing the same sort of things. She is a sort of benchmark for how well I am coping.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you say to your friends, Dima, when they want to talk Gaza? Do you get into your story? Or do you change the subject?\u201d I ask.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat depends. I hate it when they think the \u2018ceasefire\u2019 is actually happening, or when they think \u2018the war\u2019s done, we can all get back to normal,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n

\u201cNormal? What is that? My family still can\u2019t get food and they were flooded a few weeks back,\u201d I reply.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs normal as a latte and a croissant,\u201d Dima says, pointing to what is in front of us.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I say, \u201cI feel guilty. We have more than enough while they still struggle. It is not fair.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"PalestiniansPalestinians survey the damage to an apartment building after an Israeli military strike killed several people in Gaza City in January. Picture: Jehad Alshrafi\/AP<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d says Dima, \u201cbut if we were still there, do you ever think we might be dead by now. I guess we got to take our chance, don\u2019t you think?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think that too, but some things just won\u2019t go out of my head,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n

\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWaking up and thinking of where can I get flour for the family. Where can I get medicine for mum because she is sick?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about you Dima?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI still hear my baby brother crying through the night because he is so cold,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe body has a memory of its own, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dima goes back to her theme.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd then, they proclaim a ceasefire, and \u2018peace in our time\u2019, and we are supposed to let it all go \u2014 be friends again, and help build Trump casinos on Gaza beach,\u201d she adds.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell it can never be the same \u2014 never. My brother Nour was kidnapped by the IDF and nobody knows if he is dead or alive. He is lost,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know you were so close to him, and you always tell me about him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, it hurts just to think about where he is or what happened,\u201d I add.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you think: Is he dead or alive? I never know. But it\u2019s not just my story,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou must have lost a lot too?\u201d<\/p>\n

I catch myself. How dare I be so up front with a question like that. I don\u2019t want to push any further. \u201cDon\u2019t answer if you don\u2019t want to.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coded language<\/p>\n

We are speaking in a code, the language of catastrophe, where the holes in the ground have also carved out larger holes in the language, silences that are louder than words.<\/p>\n

Dima sips her coffee and stares away.<\/p>\n

She says, as if to someone behind me: \u201cIs \u2018lost\u2019 another word like \u2018ceasefire\u2019, you wonder? I lost my apartment keys the other night. I was carrying too many books and the laptop, and I knew I would find them. They were in front of me on the steps . But losing your home, your future, your family, your everything. Is that lost? Lost and found? Gaza lost and found,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n

\u201cI hear you. I am supposed to be studying literature. I write my stories, but you always think is there anything left to say after genocide? The world says \u2018yes there is\u2019, and they love to use their words like ceasefire, and rebuilding, and technical councils, and the board of peace.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dima stares back from the door to me. I could see she was trying to catch the shadow of a memory, just like me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I went back to find my home during the ceasefire in January 2025, I felt as if I had never been there before. It wasn\u2019t until I came across the tall tower in front of my house with huge holes in it. I opened the door, and it was more like a small cow farm or worse,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy room, my things, my toys, my little brother\u2019s crib, all shattered in pieces. Everything was broken. It still is.\u00a0<\/p>\n

\n Ceasefire just means you can go back, bury the dead, and see the damage. Ceasefire is the time you really get to see the war\n <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m so sorry, Dima,\u201d I say.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have similar memories. Before the genocide, I used to stand on my balcony, pissing off my dad and begging him for money. The view from my balcony was so beautiful, Gaza was full of traffic, and people and kids going to school. Now, all I remember is silence, rubble, and that taste of dust in your mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbdallah, that day of the first ceasefire, we spent hours cleaning our house, and some neighbours were present, but most were missing,\u201d she adds.<\/p>\n

\u201cLost?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLost.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo someone lost them, but oh, don\u2019t worry, there is a ceasefire.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, the war is over. Come find who is left. Mr Trump\u2019s board of peace will set up a department of \u2018Gaza lost and found\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut we survived.\u201d Dima said.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid we?\u201d I said almost to myself.<\/p>\n

Genocide destroys language<\/p>\n

To look at us, you would think of typical student types having a Saturday together shopping.<\/p>\n

You would have to listen closely to pick up the code words and the language of Gaza memories that haunts both of us.<\/p>\n

Wars never end. They just change their shape.<\/p>\n

As veterans from the fields of battle soon realise, the grenades and bombs they launched at their enemy can explode inside when they come home.<\/p>\n

As for words like \u201clost\u201d and \u201cceasefire\u201d, we realised how the pain of genocide destroys language itself. It trivialises the tragedy.<\/p>\n

How could Dima ever be able to convey to anyone what losing her home means?<\/p>\n

How could I make someone realise the hole in my soul for losing my brother Nour?<\/p>\n

Every Gazan student in Ireland is haunted by what they cannot express.<\/p>\n

We make up a small army of survivors of the lost and found.<\/p>\n

Abdallah Aljazzar is studying for a masters in literature of engagement at Maynooth University, where he is the
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