It has murdered four water engineers—men who were only trying to repair the very desalination plant that Israel itself had bombed. Gaza is being deliberately starved. The famine that Israel so desperately wants is now taking hold.
This little girl did not choose where she was born—no more than your child or mine. And yet, look at her: hungry, bereaved, surrounded by ruins—and still holding herself with defiant dignity. Breathtaking.
That a foreign occupier can starve her, destroy her home, and wipe out her entire family—using our tax money—is a stain on our collective humanity.
And just a few miles away, across a wall, Israeli families are walking through supermarkets overflowing with food—buying baby formula, fresh produce, sweets. Even throwing food away. While in Gaza, children are dying for lack of milk.
Gaza once had the highest level of advanced education in the Middle East. Its children were among the brightest, its people among the most resilient. And now the world turns its back while that light is extinguished.
There will be a reckoning—for every tear shed, every second of fear, every moment of hunger.
May the souls of Gaza’s martyrs come to haunt us forever. We do not deserve a moment’s peace.