I have no voice left. My throat is torn from screaming, my soul flayed raw. I cursed Hamas for October 7, cursed them for dragging two million souls into the abyss, for their arrogance, for their marble rooms where they sat like princes while the people drank brackish water and the children died with flies in their mouths. I begged them to stop, to beg for a truce, to save one single child, and they did nothing. They chose their glory, their revolution, their flag, and they delivered us into the jaws of hell. But look, look at what Israel is doing. Do you dare call this war? War is fought between armies. War has rules. Here there are no rules. Here there is only the machine, crushing bone, tearing flesh, leaving nothing behind but the smell of burnt hair and the wailing of women. Here they are not killing Hamas, they are killing Gaza itself. Every building is marked for death, every street for erasure. The sky itself seems to agree, it rains fire until the city is ash. Do you see what they are doing? They are trying to kill memory. When the last man leaves Gaza, there will be nothing to bury him under, no house, no mosque, no church, no school, no market. Only sand and silence. And perhaps one day the world will say: “There was nothing here. No one lived here.” I am ashamed to still be alive. Ashamed that my stomach still hungers when children lie under the rubble. Ashamed that I still have words, and these words cannot stop a single bomb from falling. I no longer pray for justice, justice is a lie we told ourselves. I only pray that the earth itself remembers. That these ruins rise one day to testify against all of us, against Hamas, against Israel, against me, against you, and that their testimony will be so terrible that even God Himself will shudder when He hears it. #GazaGenocide
