Would I actually go to Gaza? The question haunts me. Not that I have the means right now, but what if I did? What if the borders were open, and the option was there? Part of me asks, 'Why wouldn't I?' Wouldn't I lay down my life to stop a child or a mother from being killed?
But would I actually? The best way to answer a hypothetical like this is to look at the track record. What have I really done for Gaza so far? That's the clearest indicator of what I might do if circumstances allowed.
Reframing the Question
Maybe I'm approaching this wrong. The question isn't necessarily about physically going there—it's about what part of my life I'm willing to give to this cause.
Our time is our life. It's the most valuable, non-renewable resource we possess. So perhaps the real question is: what portion of my life am I willing to dedicate to Gaza?
When viewed this way, dedicating structured time becomes a tangible form of giving a piece of my life away. Not all at once; but consistently and meaningfully.
A Concrete Commitment
So I'm starting here: dedicating one hour of each weekday to Gaza.
Carve it out. Protect it. Make it sacred.
I don't know exactly what I'll do in that time or the impact it might have, but it's a concrete piece of my life I'm committing. A smaller version of "going to Gaza" that I can actually fulfill right now.
Hopefully, it's something I can build on.
Muslims, do not make your question: 'Will this or that change in my life stop what is happening in Gaza?' Rather, let your question be: 'Have I offered through it what I can and proven that I want to support Islam and its people?'
ما يحدث يلين الحجر...قصف مراكز الإيواء والخيام المهترئة، حرق المراكز الطبية بمن فيها، المزيد من الناس في العراء بلا مأوى ولا طعام ولا علاج. كم نحن خاسرون إذا مرت الأيام على مجازر غزة ونحن عاجزون -لا عن نصرة إخواننا فحسب- بل وعن أن نوظف هذه الأحداث لتُحدث ثورة في تفكيرنا وسلوكنا