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
This is an infant.
His name is Mohammed Al-Khatib.
He is undergoing his third surgery in less than a week after Israeli shelling in Gaza, leaving him injured, without his foot, and having lost his mother. Repost this if you have a heart.
In Gaza, even the mosquito has become part of the daily suffering.
Heat, tents, stagnant water, and harsh conditions make everything harder — even sleep is no longer peaceful.
Yet people are still trying to survive through it all.
One of the most brutal scenes in human history has been leaked.
A video clearly shows an unarmed, injured person being bombed by Israeli aircraft along with his fellow unarmed civilians in cold blood.
A video that the world must never forget.
Israel killed his mother and father.
Because of Israel, his leg was amputated.
Because of Israel, his left hand is now also at risk of amputation.
Don’t stop talking about Gaza.
Israel yesterday kidnapped four women. Two are footballers in the Palestinian National Team.
Their names are: Natali Abu Dia and Rand Halwani.
Is it normal to kidnap footballers, @FIFAcom? Where are sports media organisations? This story should be the headline everywhere.
Brazilian legend Ronaldo Nazário drops a bombshell:
'What is happening in Gaza is not a war... it is a systematic extermination of a people trapped in a cage.'
'The silence of the world is frightening... and staying silent about this brutality is a moral failure.'
'I will not be silent... I will never be silent. I stand with Gaza.' 🔥🇧🇷🇵🇸"