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
Driving through Vaughan last night I saw the flags of:
🇭🇷🇧🇦🇵🇹🇰🇷🇲🇽🇨🇴🇪🇸🇮🇷…
plastered on cars & sticking out of windows.
But on their other window, and the flag I saw by far the most, was:
🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦
Canada is a very special place 🌎
The World Lives Here.
Canada is all together different. Truly unique. And so is our relationship to the beautiful game. This is our opening to the 2026 World Cup. Narrated by Kiefer Sutherland. #FIFAWorldCup
this is why I shun the deference people give to the evil eye
it is good to believe God is good, to give in to petty fears at every turn becomes who you are, bleeds into all that you do
One thing about adulthood that way too many people learn way too late (and have no choice but to learn the hard way): you have to be deliberate/proactive about everything. For the first time in your life, you can't be passive participant in anything.
Finally it comes out. The genocidal prime minister of israel actually VISITED the uae during the war on iran. In case anyone still wants to ask why uae was targeted the way it was. Its east israel.
I don’t know if anyone will care about what I am saying, but the outside world must know exactly what is happening here… not later, but now.
What we are experiencing in Gaza has gone beyond the limits of human endurance. The camps have turned into a terrifying hotspot for the spread of diseases. With the beginning of summer and thousands of families crowded into extremely tight spaces next to garbage dumps, illness is spreading rapidly, as if it has become part of daily life. There is also an incomprehensible media silence regarding the scale of this growing health catastrophe, despite repeated warnings from medical teams and field workers.
Skin diseases, infections, and contagious illnesses are spreading widely, especially among children, in an environment that lacks the most basic conditions of hygiene or treatment. Rats are everywhere between the tents, insects are spreading heavily and causing continuous injuries, and there are no means of control such as poisons or pesticides. My nieces are part of this reality… their bodies are covered in painful bites that worsen every day without effective treatment.
The situation is collapsing with no real solutions. Medicines are scarce, disinfectants are almost nonexistent, and unsafe water is contributing directly to the spread of disease, while the healthcare system is beyond its capacity.
As of now, cases are estimated at around 160,000 people and still increasing, most of them children. This is not an exaggeration… it is a complete health collapse inside the camps.
uma vez comentei com o menino que eu me relacionei durante um tempo que meu shampoo tinha acabado e eu me esqueci e precisava lavar meu cabelo e ele me disse “complicado essas coisas bb. pede suas amiga um pouco emprestado. quando você comprar você paga.” sempre digo. se relacionar com quem gosta de você deve ser incrível. se fosse ruim já teria me acontecido
So vile of you to be saying this. Have you ever considered that your standard of beauty is not the only one? Would you use the same language for anyone in your own social circle?
Kubra khan trying to say “Tableeghi” and couldn’t.
Matlab ek to itna bara aunta, dinosaur ka bacha who never got back in shape, with zero nazakat .. Ouper se can’t speak Urdu properly. Why is she even doing lead roles in urdu dramas ?
Israel is deliberately pushing the Palestinian Authority toward collapse.
This month, the Palestinian Authority paid its employees only $600 toward their January salaries (it is currently three months behind on payments). Doctors, teachers, security personnel, and civil servants all received the same flat payment, regardless of their actual salary.
The EU refused to release €300 million in aid to the PA, telling Palestinian officials they should seek funding from Arab countries instead. Meanwhile, Israel continues to withhold over $5 billion in Palestinian tax revenues — money Israel collects on the PA's behalf under signed agreements and simply refuses to transfer.
This is not a dispute. It is economic strangulation.
Since October 7, more than 200,000 Palestinian workers have lost access to jobs inside Israel. That income was a lifeline for hundreds of thousands of West Bank families. It is gone.
The West Bank economy is in freefall. I have heard the stories firsthand — families who cannot afford food, people who had stable lives two years ago and have nothing today. The situation has deteriorated every single month for the past 3 years, with no floor in sight.
None of this is accidental. Withholding tax revenues, blocking workers, leaving the PA unable to pay salaries — this is a policy.
The goal is to make Palestinian civil governance impossible, to deepen dependency, and to accelerate the conditions for a broader takeover of the West Bank. The collapse of the PA would not be a consequence of Israeli policy. It would be its achievement.