It's been a while since I last visited the doctor's clinic to get my kids jabbed for some form of immunisation or another. Yesterday, there I was once again in that familiar old place with Nasya in tow dreading the moment when the doctor pulls out the needle to just plunge it into my baby's cute little butt cheeks. It kills me to see them in pain, in whatever form in comes in, even the slightest degree of pain. It kills me.

However, it was a little different yesterday. As we waited for the doctor to arrive, I managed to see the front page of the papers, and there it was. A picture of three siblings killed in the horrid war in Gaza. All those children killed and wounded by the merciless animals raging this war against Gaza. It tore my heart. I can't imagine the grief that all those parents are going through. I can't imagine how angry they are, and how the heartbreak must feel. How it would kill me a million times over if i were to ever see my children forced to go though such atrocity and injustice!

So as the needle plunged into Nasya yesterday, the drama mama that I am, I felt her pain as she wailed away in that safe little clinic. I remember all those children in Gaza and sent them a little prayer, asking for a peaceful world for our children, thanking God for the safe Malaysia that we live in. I then tell my innocent screaming daughter to shush..compared to the bombs and shrapnel and bullets her little friends in Gaza are facing.... a little needle is nothing.