The Mincer is the secret name given by the occupation army to its raging war against our people in Gaza, from its first day, and it was accompanied by another name that is similar in connotations and intentions, “Flocks of Elephants in the Pottery Shop.” A name of its kind, which complements it and is synonymous with it in its atrocity and bloodiness, and in its premeditation of victims, including children, women, the elderly, and the young.

The scenes emerging from among the tents of the displaced in Mawasi Khan Yunis, yesterday morning, express and translate, without any action, the meanings and connotations carried by such names for which God has not revealed any authority.

Children with bloody faces and hair covered in sand, women wailing for their children and loved ones, mothers searching among the sand and ashes for their children who were blown away from their hands by the horror of the explosions, while they were in the midst of their last breastfeeding, and families who suffocated, after being buried under the hot sand, due to the insane bombing.

There is no room in Nasser Hospital for the large numbers that flocked to its only department, so priority was given to emergency cases, while the wounded piled up by the dozens on the ground, without the slightest possibility of first aid and health care... old and young, their stomachs cut open, their limbs cut off, infants whose body parts were scattered, women, the elderly, and young men. Their blood is bleeding from various parts of their bodies, while the only hospital suffers from a severe shortage of medical supplies and the absence of qualified personnel to deal with critical cases.

The wounded are treated by the injured, and the displaced are helping the displaced. It is the resurrection. It has been spreading in every house, neighborhood, and street in the Gaza Strip that has been slaughtered for nine months, and without stopping, from vein to vein.

Stop the killers now.