The screams of the bereaved rise up over the loss of their fathers, mothers and children, who moments ago were comforting their loneliness on the long path of Calvary, open to the desert of wandering, after their throats became hoarse from cries for help that fell on deaf ears, and from a so-called humanity that was lost among the scattered corpses that dogs are devouring, and the rubble of demolished buildings; a humanity that silently watches the death of the victims by the thousands, and the wounded as they breathe their last in hospitals that are out of service, and all they can do is raise their index finger before departing from life.

Our hearts are torn and our souls shaken by the bloodied faces of our children, from the effects of the raids that rain down their lava on those who have taken refuge in tents and what remains of homes among the rubble, and in the streets and roads, pursued by swarms of drones; killing them in front of the queues for the takaya and water, until there is no longer a place in Gaza for families to take refuge in, escaping the specter of death moving between the alleys and neighborhoods in the cities, villages, towns and camps.

All kinds of death pass before those waiting for their turn in the extermination queue. Some of them have died under the rubble of their homes, or are threatened with death by starvation in the siege imposed on thousands of families remaining in the north, or are breathing their last breaths bleeding in hospitals that lack supplies, and where doctors are killed or arrested.

There is nothing left in this world in our hands except the remnants of tears in our eyes.

Stop the genocide now...!