The flow of our souls has not stopped. They have been standing in the extermination queue for fourteen months, enduring pain, waiting for their turn at the stove.

"The soul of the soul" Reem, whose soul was shed into her grandfather's arms thirteen months ago, and whose death shook the feelings of millions, was neither the first nor the last in the tsunami of daily killing that has targeted children in their bedrooms, on their recovery beds, inside displacement tents, and shelter centers that have been violated by drone bullets and tank tracks. However, she was the icon that exploded the pangs of pain, sadness, and feelings of loss that simmer in the hearts of those who lost their souls, which were shed into their hands.

“The Spirit of the Spirit” will not be absent from our conscience and souls with the joining of her grandfather Khaled Nabhan to her in the eternal home. Rather, she will remain a symbol of regret, loss, and the pain of suffering for thousands of Gazans who lost the apples of their eyes and the fruits of their hearts in the Holocaust of the century that relied on an excess of brutal force to achieve its absolute victory over “our souls.”

If Reem found a patient, affectionate, compassionate grandfather who would caress her and stroke her hair during her last slumber, and silently bury her tender body, then the thousands of martyrs and missing persons whose bodies are strewn in the streets and roads, devoured by dogs, did not have Reem’s luck, and they did not find anyone to bury their bodies.

Stop the genocide now..!