Killing Saeed Joda, orthopedic surgeon at Kamal Adwan Hospital

Which men are we talking about? Is a doctor required to treat people, while he and the one he treats are on the brink of death? He is surrounded by the most hostile, despicable, depraved and savage people, imposing on him and those with him in Kamal Adwan Hospital a siege of death, destruction and terror coming at them from every side, and a big question about the size of the Arab and Islamic world, and all those who abandoned Gaza and turned their backs on it. What prevents Dr. Saeed Joda, an orthopedic surgeon, from fleeing the mouth of death, and going to where there is safety, peace of mind and a comfortable life prepared for doctors in the best and most modern Arab hospitals? He has given enough and was wounded twice, and God has decreed that his soul be saved, so why shouldn’t he flee this coming death? He lost his son as a martyr, and despite this, he insisted on continuing with all his strength and effort, continuing day and night.

He was struggling with death, his death and his life were at the price of a stray bullet from the bullets that were pouring down like rain, and the victims that came to him one after the other were also struggling with death from every side, and perhaps this challenge in the heart of the battle and his steadfastness in the heart of the destruction, and what the missiles of terror caused in the sides of this building calmed his nerves a little for what he had lost of his family, and perhaps his insistence brought to his heart a feeling of victory over their miserable nature with his high human spirit, it is like restoring his reputation with a balance that he saves for his afterlife, compensating for what he lost in his worldly life, there is no consolation or steadfastness for such steadfast mountains except what is settled in their hearts of high strength of faith, and certainty that what is with God is better and more lasting.

Dr. Joda remained the only orthopedic surgeon in this hospital, most of whose visitors needed this specialty. He continued to turn over case after case that came to him from the worst massacres known to humanity, bandaging wounds and setting bones, and his eyes never knew sleep in the face of this constant sadness that came to him one after the other from his afflicted people.

How much he worked hard, persevered, and stayed up all night to become a specialist doctor. When the hour of harvesting the fruit struck, he was to reap the fruit of his knowledge in a place where the smell of death spreads, a place where the worker is crushed by a deadly missile in less than a second, in a flash all of the previous toil and effort over more than forty years becomes scattered dust. Here in Kamal Adwan Hospital, the doctor is closer to death than to life, and despite his knowledge, premeditation and deliberation, he insists on positioning himself in this place. The place turns into a cemetery for the living, and he does not think of moving to another place that is less dangerous, and closer to life than death. Although he was warned of death by being injured twice, his son being martyred another time, and many of his relatives and loved ones being lost, he continues to seclude himself here. What martyrdom did he attain, and before which martyr do we stand?!

The bullets of the most evil of God's creation did not miss him in terms of crime and brutality. They want him in particular, so that the broken will remain broken without being mended, and the wounded will remain wounded without anyone to bandage his wounds. What murderers and scoundrels you are! You have reached a level of degradation that no one has reached before you. Don't you know that the wheel of life is revolving, and it must turn on you and your actions will inevitably turn into regrets for you?

Dr. Saeed Joda is neither a number nor an insect. He is a tall figure and a unique, high-level human spirit, unparalleled in its kind, and you will not find an alternative place for him other than that hospital except in the paradise of the Most High Companion.

To the eternal gardens, congratulations. There the fruits are picked.