It has been over 400 agonizing days since my daughter, Naama, then just 19, was abducted and taken to Gaza. Naama, a vibrant young woman known for her kindness and compassion, volunteered at a kindergarten for children of asylum seekers and actively worked towards peace between Israelis and Palestinians through the "Hands of Peace" organization.
The world watched in horror as Hamas terrorists brutally dragged Naama and her friends, beaten and bloodied, into a Jeep after forcing them to witness the murder of their peers. The images of that horrific Saturday remain seared in my memory, a constant reminder of my helplessness. Naama, along with over 100 other hostages, endures unimaginable conditions in Gaza. Released hostages have recounted stories of violence, abuse, starvation, and confinement in dark underground tunnels. With winter approaching, their survival becomes increasingly precarious.
Naama recently marked her 20th birthday, a milestone that should have been a celebration of her transition into adulthood, trapped underground in a Hamas-controlled tunnel. Last November offered a flicker of hope with the release of 105 hostages. Tragically, Naama wasn't among them. Each subsequent failed negotiation has deepened our despair.
My family and I fight tirelessly for Naama's release. The unwavering support of our community, friends, and family provides a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos. As a family physician, my work offers a sanctuary of purpose. Focusing on my patients' needs helps me cope with my own anguish. While attending to their concerns, I find a measure of solace and strength.
My medical background amplifies my worry for Naama's physical and mental well-being under such dire conditions. I've met with leaders of international organizations like the Red Cross and WHO, but their apparent lack of prioritization regarding the hostages' plight is deeply concerning. While they offer sympathy, concrete action is desperately needed.
I cling to the hope of Naama's return, envisioning our reunion and the life we will rebuild together. I share these dreams with her younger sister, imagining their reunion. I constantly remind Naama, in my thoughts, to remain strong and resilient, assuring her that brighter days await her. Time is of the essence. I implore both the current and incoming U.S. administrations to utilize all available resources to secure the release of these hostages. To the American people, I plead for your continued support and advocacy. Your voices can make a profound difference in the fight to bring my daughter and the other hostages home.
