Horrors of Hell of Extermination

When men cry in Gaza, their oppression has reached a point where men’s patience can no longer bear it. The images we see every day since the war of extermination began in Gaza make even rocks cry, so what about the state of fathers as they bid farewell to their children and cry out, “Oh God, save us from this hell.”

Every time a picture comes out of Gaza, it opens a door to pain, and every time we see the patience of people who have lost patience, we say, “Oh God, when will this massacre end? When will this genocide stop?” At the same time that statements are issued about an agreement on a truce and a deal, the occupation’s desire to kill increases, and the bombing and destruction operations increase. In doing so, it insists on continuing the genocide until the last moments, before the agreement goes into effect, as if it has not had enough of the blood of children and women throughout the days and months of genocide. The level of pain and suffering increases and the area of devastation expands.

Fathers, mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers, bereaved women and men who were patient until patience failed them, throughout the days of war, as the earth became too narrow for them and they were besieged by enemy and friend, so they cried in grief as the means of survival and preserving the souls they gave birth to to live became too narrow for them, but the war came to kill them unjustly and annihilatingly. Entire families no longer exist in Gaza, completely erased from the records, and countless calamities, and international reports come to say that the published statistics are not the real numbers, but rather that the numbers exceed the announced numbers, as thousands of victims fell and were not registered in the lists of the Ministry of Health, and were buried under the rubble of their destroyed homes, and revealing that requires time, after this war stops.

Scenes that make rocks cry are conveyed by the images coming from Gaza every minute, of children who died or were injured without guilt, and fathers who were unable to protect their sons and grandchildren from the horror of the genocide. We saw tears streaming, and heard screams of helplessness and weakness, like continuous sobbing with words that carved their place and occupied memory.

Scenes of blood and pain amidst a difficult reality, and difficult days for the people who are living the horrors of the genocide that has been ongoing for 467 days. Between killing, death, destruction and devastation, the people of Gaza continue to survive as much as they can. There is nothing more difficult than the horrors that the people of Gaza have experienced, and nothing more severe than the pain that afflicts them.