And so, I waited. I went through the rest of my tour in Palestine and left without hearing a word from the doctor. The instant I landed in the airport coming back home, I received this very short email:
"The news is good, they had evacuated their home but they are fine and are now back in their home apparently, I got this through the coordinator who was responsible for them form PCRF."
A sigh of relief, and a quick prayer for this favorable outcome carried me through the rest of my day. And then I looked at the date: August 19st. The fighting had resumed.
Two days later, on the morning of August 21st, I got another email from the doctor:
"Hope we will get to see you again, the situation is Gaza is pretty dire today."
That was the last I heard. I keep waiting for more news. Nothing so far!