Rivers of blood and tears flow in the Gaza Strip without interruption!

Without interruption, rivers of blood and tears flow in the Gaza Strip, morning and night, from the eyes of bereaved, patient, fasting, and weeping mothers, wailing over their beloved children and the fruits of their hearts who perished in the streets, under the rubble of homes, in neighborhoods, shelters, and tents, and even inside hospitals that are no longer able to provide the bare minimum of life-saving supplies.

I write with tears in my heart, and I rewrite again and again, my tears soaking my bag, and my heart aching as I listen to a grieving mother bid farewell to the most precious thing in her soul, as she makes her way through the ranks to throw herself on his lying-in body, kissing, stroking, and weeping bitterly. She covers him with heavy blankets to protect him from the cold, and almost follows him to his grave to sleep beside him, leaning over him, stroking his hair, and drying the blood dripping from his tender body.

"Goodbye, mom. They killed you, mom. They killed you. I dreamt that I was walking in the rain. I didn't know that you would die in the rain."

Yesterday, bullets were raining down on the tents of the displaced, and on the streets in the Al-Shimaa area in Beit Lahia, and near the Ahmed Al-Shugairi School. As soon as the displaced set up their tents on the rubble of their homes, they are forced to flee again into the unknown, while drones spread over their heads like insects, chasing them and killing their children, women, young men and old. They have no refuge from the death that lurks in every house, neighborhood and street, after the return of genocide practiced by the criminal killers as a form of worship.