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 Instagram bio of a man from Gaza. This is what it reads:
Palestine’s son, son of a martyr, husband of a martyr, father of a martyr, brother of a martyr, and a hostage.
This is only exclusive in Gaza. This is what Israel has done.
Vi risparmio il video pubblicato da Al Jazeera.
Lui si chiamava Mohammad Abu Giab ed era un pescatore di 15 anni di G@za.
Nel video in questione lo si vede tuffarsi nel mare che amava, ridendo e facendo il gesto con le dita della “Vittoria” insieme a un suo coetaneo. Entrambi felici.
Durante il bagno è stato ucciso con un’arma da fuoco delle forze isr@eliane al largo di Deir el-Balah.
Lo hanno riportato a riva su una specie di canoa: il corpo completamente insanguinato, immobile, privo di vita. Mentre in sottofondo si sente qualcuno urlare.
Il Sindacato dei Pescatori di G@za afferma che, da ottobre 2023, almeno 238 uomini e ragazzi sono stati uccisi da Isr@ele mentre stavano lavorando, nuotando, facendo quello che più amavano nel loro mare.
Duecentotrentotto: l’ennesima cifra che dimostra dove stia l’inferno in terra.
Jacopo Melio
One of the most painful images to come out of Gaza.
A child struggles to process the unimaginable after seeing his parents killed before his eyes in Gaza.
World Cup
This is a bag containing what remains of the body of Gaza Hilal FC player Mohammed Khalifa after Israel bombed his family home in Nuseirat Camp using bombs supplied by the host of the World Cup, the USA, on December 9, 2024.
La tasación de las joyas de Zapatero, la hace la joyería Ansorena y el Instituto Gemológico Español (IGE) del que fue presidente 25 años y es socio de honor:
𝐋𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞́𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐧̃𝐨𝐳.
Un ciudadano anónimo: Presidente del PP en la Comunidad de Madrid.
One of the most brutal scenes in human history has been exposed.
This video shows three young men trying to help an injured person, but Israel bombs them with a missile, killing them all.
A moment the world must never forget.
Para que yo me entere…
Entonces, los de ICE hace seis años clonaron el teléfono a un empresario en Estados Unidos, se quedaron con todo el contenido del aparato y dejaron que el hombre se fuera tan tranquilo.
☑️ Y resulta que en ese teléfono había conversaciones de WhatsApp entre empresarios, medio en broma, diciendo cosas como “a ver si nos ayuda nuestro pana Zapatero” en unas gestiones.
Pero claro, ni se sabe si hubo orden judicial, ni administrativa para clonar ese teléfono, ni si se ha seguido la cadena de custodia… o sea, que esos chats los podría haber escrito hasta Perry.
☑️ Y justo ahora, cuando España se planta y no le consiente a Trump el abuso que quiere perpetrar en otros países, la administración americana decide mandar esos mensajes (guardados desde hace seis años) a la UDEF.
☑️ Y en base a eso -a que un tercero dijo a un cuarto : “nuestro pana Zapatero”- Calama ordena entrar en el despacho de Zapatero, le bloquean las cuentas a él y a sus hijas y le abren lo que parece una causa general.
☑️ Y por si fuera poco, en el registro encuentran una caja fuerte con joyas de familia que ahora tasan en más de un millón de euros… y resulta que los que las tasaron son familiares o gente muy cercana al Partido Popular.
Un esperpento todo.
¿Me olvido de algo?
Oh. My. God.
Look at what these Biolabs were MANUFACTURING…
Anthrax, Tularaemia, Tuberculosis, Swine Fever, New Castles Disease, MERS, SARS, Marburg and Ebola
THERE MUST BE ARRESTS
One of the most heartbreaking images ever captured in modern history.
A child stood frozen in shock, unable to believe what he was witnessing, after his parents were killed before his eyes in the Gaza Strip.