If there is a description that suits the year that is about to end, it is the year of silence, because there is nothing more painful than injustice than silence about it, supporting the oppressor, and covering up his actions and crimes.

If the slowness in implementing justice is injustice, then its failure to implement it and to enable the oppressor to escape punishment make those who are slow, complicit, silent and accomplices partners in the crime and violators of laws and noble human values.

In the year of silence, the snow melted, the meadow became clear, masks and narratives fell, axioms, laws and matrices were overthrown, and values and morals were fatally struck, while the silent and complicit turned their faces away from the screens as they drowned in the blood of children and women.

Our throats have become hoarse, and the ink in our pens has dried up from the cries for help, the pleas, and the urgent calls to save the thirsty and the hungry, to provide relief to the displaced and the afflicted, to heal the wounds of the injured, and to provide clothes and blankets to warm the children from certain death by freezing in the tents of the displaced, which are being blown away by the winds and whose inhabitants are being drowned by rainwater.

Stop the genocide now...!