记住10月7日这个日期，是否会让命名这件事变得更容易？本周，世界再次记住了加沙。如果巴勒斯坦人希望在每一次暴行发生后的日期都被铭记，那么整整一年也不会有足够多的日子。然而，我们一直是忠实的受害者，不是吗？自2023年以来，世界一直在为我们赤裸胸膛的坚韧而鼓掌——我们挺身对抗那些将我们碾碎至死的坦克。
Does remembering the date of October 7 make it easier to name? The world remembers Gaza again this week. Had Palestinians wanted remembrance after each date we experienced atrocity, a full, long year wouldn’t have enough days. We have been faithful victims, though, haven’t we? Since 2023, the world has applauded the resilience of our bare chests standing up to the tanks grinding us dead.
我们的鲜血想必流淌得十分壮丽。那些为失去的一切和所有曾认识的人而哀悼的妇女与儿童，为抗议活动、乃至那些愤怒的口号流下了完美的泪水。我们的家园早已面目全非，本可以幸免于难，若非它们见证了长达一生的毁灭。倘若我们的呐喊没有如此响亮，或许一切都会不同。三年过去了，请原谅我们未能像世界给予的起立鼓掌那样，为我们的子孙后代创作出更多的故事。
Our blood must’ve shed beautifully. The women and children mourning everything and everyone they had ever known have cried in perfect tears for protests and, indeed, outraged slogans. Our homes, no longer recognizable, could have been spared if they had not borne witness to lifetimes of destruction. And if only our screams hadn’t been too loud. Three years in, forgive us for not making as many stories about our sons and daughters as the world can give standing ovations.
我多么希望我已故的记者同事们能再勇敢一些，去揭露犯罪并大声谴责。那样的话，他们本应获得支持，或许甚至值得被保护。
I wish my late journalist colleagues were a bit more courageous to commit a crime and call it out. They would have been worthy of support. Probably they would’ve been deserving of protection.
我的人生已成为一个关于千个纪念日的故事。因此，我斗胆发问：记住一场悲剧的日期，是否能让它更容易被命名？更容易与之共存？回忆我们的创伤，并为其设立一个纪念日，又怎能帮助将其抹去？仅仅反思一件仍在发生、且痛苦远超人类语言所能描述的事情，又怎能终结它？在一个长期被遗忘的历史中，设立这样一个纪念日，所唤醒的是一段极其非人道且难以想象的记忆，这恰恰说明世界早已继续前行。
My life has become a tale of a thousand anniversaries. So I dare ask: Does remembering the date of a tragedy make it easier to name? To live with? How is recalling our trauma—and dedicating an anniversary for it—going to help erase it? How is the mere reflection on something still happening and painful beyond any human’s language will bring it to an end? The notion of marking an anniversary that kicked off a rather inhumane and unimaginable memory in a long history of erasure points to the fact that the world has already moved on.
这种观念假设我们唯一所求的不过是共情。而坦率地说，正因如此，我们更容易与一个荒谬的世界达成和解，却难以与自身的悲剧和解。如果设立纪念日的道德初衷，是为了为过去几年所施加的悲痛保留一个空间，那绝不是说我们已经走出了哀伤。如果其目的是终结这种悲痛，那么我们甚至远未做到。
It supposes that all we ever asked for was empathy. And that, frankly, is why we’re more at peace with a senseless world than we are with our tragedies. If the moral urge behind holding an anniversary is to hold space for the grief that the past few years have inflicted, by no means should this say that we’re past the grieving. If it was to end this grief, then we’re not even in any way close to doing so.
尽管在过去三年里，我不断以极其详尽的方式书写自己承受的所有个人与集体痛苦，但我仍然无法用言语表达出那个真正的感受：意识到每当我们纪念一次死亡，我们就离生命更近一年。但有一点，我能够明确地说。一个整个血缘家族从户籍登记中消失的日子，不应成为纪念日。
And although I’ve written constantly and with abundant detail about all the personal and collective agony I have endured over the last three years, I still haven’t been able to put into words the true feeling of realizing that with each anniversary of death we become one year closer to life. But here is what I am able to say. A day on which entire bloodlines were erased from the civil registry should not be an anniversary.
一个我们的母亲被自家厨房的混凝土压碎的日子，不应成为纪念日。
A day our mothers were crushed beneath the concrete of their own kitchens should not be an anniversary.
一个新生儿在黑暗、断电的保温箱中窒息的日子，不应成为纪念日。
A day newborns suffocated in dark, unpowered incubators should not be an anniversary.
一个面粉袋浸染着排队买面包的男人的鲜血的日子，不应成为纪念日。
A day flour sacks were soaked in the blood of men standing in line for bread should not be an anniversary.
一个孩子们在沾满鲜血的医院地板上被截去四肢、且毫无麻醉的日子，不应成为纪念日。
A day children had their limbs amputated without anesthesia on blood-slicked hospital floors should not be an anniversary.
一个数千吨炸药夷平所有学校、大学、医院和图书馆的日子，不应成为纪念日。
A day thousands of tons of explosives flattened every school, university, hospital, and library should not be an anniversary.
本不该成为纪念日的，是祖父母被迫在持续不断的轰炸中重温流离失所之苦的那一天。
A day our grandparents were forced to relive their displacement under relentless bombardment should not be an anniversary.
本不该成为纪念日的，是白色裹尸布短缺，让我们不得不在一条浅坑中安葬三代人的那一天。
A day white shroud shortages forced us to bury three generations in a single shallow trench should not be an anniversary.
本不该成为纪念日的，是父母们用塑料袋装着孩子们仅存的遗体的那一天。
A day parents carried what remained of their children in plastic bags should not be an anniversary.
本不该成为纪念日的，是整座城市被化为一片令人目眩的石粉与骨骼废墟的那一天。
A day entire cities were turned into a blinding wasteland of pulverized stone and bone should not be an anniversary.
本不该成为纪念日的，是难民帐篷被点燃，而家人仍在沙地上熟睡的那一天。
A day refugee tents were set ablaze while families slept on the sand should not be an anniversary.
本不该成为纪念日的，是医生、诗人、教师、民防人员与记者因记录真相而成为目标的那一天。
A day doctors, poets, teachers, civil defense crews, and journalists were targeted for bearing witness should not be an anniversary.
本不该成为纪念日的，是母亲们用双手在灼热的瓦砾中挖掘，直到指甲被撕裂的那一天。
A day mothers dug through scorching rubble with bare hands until their fingernails ripped away should not be an anniversary.
本不该成为纪念日的，是空投的援助物资反而压垮了本应被救济的饥饿民众的那一天。
A day drop-delivered aid crushed the starving people it was meant to feed should not be an anniversary.