.. On the four hundred and seventieth day, at exactly half past eight in the morning of Sunday, January 19, 2025, corresponding to Rajab 19, 1446 AH, the war ended, and people said: What is wrong with it? After they had endured its horrors, tasted its bitterness, suffered its hell, and lived its pains, until there was not a house of theirs, nor a tent of their tents, nor a kindergarten, nor a school, nor a university, nor a hospital, except that it had a sword strike, or a spear thrust, or an arrow shot, just as mosques and churches were destroyed, which those fleeing from hell believed were safe from destruction, before they perished under its rubble while they supplicated and implored the Almighty to have mercy on their situation.

The land became narrow, the water dried up, the food became scarce, hearts reached throats, there was no safe place left in the sector, aid stopped, the movement of trucks was paralyzed, and even the planes that used to drop aid no longer appeared in the sky, which was crowded with swarms of drones like insects, distributing deadly death in the streets and roads, and dropping bombs on balconies.

In hell, Gaza’s children wrote their names on their bodies, so they could be identified after their limbs were scattered. People were so hungry that they ate grass, leaves, and animal feed. Children died of cold, hunger, and disease. They drank seawater. Generators were destroyed, and the tents of the displaced were drowned by torrential floods and violent sea waves. The number of victims of the Israeli war machine reached 46,899 martyrs and 110,725 wounded, according to the latest statistics from the Ministry of Health (as of the date the newspaper went to press).

The war is over, but the suffering of the tortured in hell has not ended. Its chapters will begin with people going to search for their loved ones who perished in the abyss of genocide, and they will stand on the ruins of their homes, under whose rubble the voices of those who miraculously survived life were silenced, according to what the Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish once said.