"إني ذاهب إلى ديار المختارين
ديار السابقين
ديار الصالحين
الملاذ الأخير
البيت العتيق
المكان الهادئ كهدوء ال��راغ
الصاخب كصخب الصراخ
الواقع تحت التراب
وفوق السماء
إنه القبر يا أحباء"
-كلمات الشهيد الطفل معوض البابا، طفل غزاوي مبدع أهله وجدوا هاي الكلمات في جواله بعد ما استشهد.
You’ll come home from a long, busy day.
Watch one video from Gaza.
Curse this world and forget about your whole day.
Because in the face of such loss,
this life feels hollow,
meaningless it is.
Nothing matters—
when you see them dying in the most monstrous way.
There’s something especially devastating about children dying from hunger. It’s unbearable — and this world, with all its wealth and power, still turns away. And then this same cruel world will turn around and label us as terrorists, as if we’re the ones without mercy.
I don’t know what it’s waiting for, or how much more suffering it needs to see before it acts. But one thing is certain; we will never forgive those who let our children starve, who let them suffer in silence while the means to save them exist. Never. We will never rest.