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Where is the world that refuses to see?
Where are they when it comes to the children of Gaza, whose bodies have already endured unimaginable suffering?
Have they ever stopped, even once, to ask themselves:
How do these children survive inside tents that become nothing less than ovens under the scorching sun?
The relentless heat burns them as temperatures continue to rise.
There are no fans.
No air conditioners.
Not even proper ventilation.
How do Gaza’s children endure such unbearable heat under these conditions?
Many do not even have cold water to soothe their thirst or cool their exhausted bodies.
How do they live?
How do they sleep?
How do they endure flames that seem to consume their skin—
once from burns,
and again from the crushing heat?
Why do you ignore even the smallest forms of suffering they endure?
Has Gaza faded from your attention?
Have you stopped seeing them?
Why have you turned away?
Why have you abandoned these children and left them to face all of this alone?
🔴 "Biz ölürken siz Dünya Kupası izliyorsunuz. Size yazıklar olsun."
İsrail'in bugün bir oyun alanını vurmasıyla şehid edilen çocukların başında Gazzeli adam bu sözlerle sitem ediyor:
BENDEN NE OLUR DEME…
"Bu videoyu izleyen ve bugüne kadar Filistin hakkında tek bir paylaşım yapmamış olan her sayfa sahiplerine sesleniyorum:
Bu videoyu geçebilirsin, ama bu akşam kafanı yastığa koyduğunda o çocukların çığlığından kaçamayacaksın. Şimdi bir hikaye paylaş ve sessizliğini boz."☝🏼🗣️🇵🇸
There are moments in Gaza when suffering becomes so ordinary that people stop asking for solutions.
They begin asking only for the smallest relief. A little less pain.
A child who sleeps through the night.
When I entered the clinic that morning, I noticed a young woman carrying a baby so small that I could not tell whether the child was a newborn or simply made tiny by hardship.
When her turn came, she gently placed the baby on my desk and said:
“I want any cream you have.” Any cream. Not a specific medicine. Not a particular treatment.
Just anything.
She uncovered the baby and showed me the severe rash covering much of the child’s fragile skin.
“I treat the baby with whatever free creams I can find in clinics,” she explained.
“Anything helps.”
As she spoke, I noticed something else. The baby was not wearing a diaper. Only pieces of cloth.
I asked why.
“I can’t afford diapers,” she replied calmly. “I wash these and use them again.”
Then she added that they were living in a tent and that her husband had suffered a serious foot injury and was unable to work.
“I’m not asking for much,” she said.
“I only want a cream.”
But what caught my attention most was not the rash.
It was the malnutrition.
The baby was severely underweight. The kind of malnutrition that is visible before any examination even begins.
So I asked the mother whether she had noticed.
She nodded. “Yes, I know.”
Then she said something I cannot forget: “When the baby gets older, things will get better.”
Not because she truly believed it.
But because hope was cheaper than treatment.
And treatment was something she could no longer afford. That was the moment that broke me.
Not the tent. Not the poverty. Not even the illness.
But the fact that this mother had lowered her expectations so much that she no longer dreamed of proper medical care, diapers, or adequate nutrition.
She came asking for the smallest thing she could imagine. A tube of cream.
Any cream.
Something that might make the baby hurt a little less.
The baby could not have been more than five months old.
Too young to understand war. Too young to understand poverty. Yet already carrying both on that tiny body.
There is something profoundly cruel about a world in which a mother’s greatest hope for her child is no longer a better future.
Only a little less suffering tonight.
#WoundedGaza
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🚨 BREAKING: Children were among the victims after an Israeli airstrike hit a tent sheltering displaced families west of Gaza City.
At least 6 civilians were killed and dozens more injured, including many children, in the strike on the displacement camp.