The injustice lies in my inability to find myself in any song, movie, book, sea, sky, star, or moon. It sometimes lies in my inability to find myself in my prayers, and in my inability to feel the peaceful, beautiful feeling of my Creator's presence.

l just finished a call with the mother of a disabled child from my area whom we have been supporting. She told me that her son, Hassan, who is now two years old, has been suffering from seizures since he was only six months old.

I feel as though I've been hit by a bullet in my stomach, or as though I've absorbed just a little of the pain my cancer patients endured today. I feel all the pain. I feel everything, except the unkindness. I feel everyone, except the insensitive ones.

This can't go on forever, because like this, we won't survive long enough to see "forever" Do everything in your power to help us get our lives back, kindly asking!

World, please don't worry. Don't worry about what has happened to me and my family, or what may still happen to us. If you must worry about something, then worry about something bigger. Worry about the humanity of an entire people. Or worry about a world falling into the hands of those who have lost their humanity.

This is making me feel so small. It is filling me with rage and anger at everything and everyone.

This is beyond inhumane. Every moment of preventable suffering is unbearable.

Today marks 1,000 days since the beginning of the genocide in Gaza, and 28,537 days since the Nakba.

This is what my ride home from work looked like after yet another horrible shift

My first stop was the mall, where I chose what we'll be giving tomorrow to the 20 students and teachers at the Qur'an memorization camp.

Salam, this is me again.

Tomorrow is my 31st birthday.

Working as an emergency doctor in Gaza has been a nightmare that feels like it will never end.

These are not rare tragedies. They are the consequences of a healthcare system pushed far beyond its limits, where ilness is compounded by the absence of the most basic resources needed to care for human life. This is Gaza!

Standing by the window and looking at what Gaza has become, it feels as though an apocalypse began a long time ago. Everything feels unbearably dark and devastating, It feels as if the end of everything is coming tonight.

When Gaza is described as an open-air prison, the reality is far worse than that.

Now, we are being expected to survive at the mercy of the very people who starved us, besieged us within a few kilometers, subjected us to relentless bombardment, and time and again vetoed international efforts to end our erasure. This is hell; hell in one of its most severe forms.

It feels like my brain is going to give up on me soon. The more I allow myself to feel the pain and suffering around me, the more it drives me to do everything i can to ease it. But how can I, when the suffering only continues to intensity and there never seems to be an end in sight?

Hello. Two hours ago, while people were asleep, the occupation targeted four residential apartments in Gaza City, and burned to death, and wiped out entire families from the civil registry.

Zainab was born just three months before the genocide, and exactly a year ago she arrived at the hospital with devastating abdominal injuries after a nearby area was hit by a heavy missile.

Over the past months, through the Warm Hearts Nuseirat campaign, your support has helped thousands of families and children in my camp survive the winter and its hardships.

I know the world loves heroic Gazan stories. That's why I'm sharing this one.

Today, I had a near-death experience, but I successfully rescued a child from drowning.

Can you tell, from this photo, who is the one carrying a large scar across her abdomen?

Today marks the day 945 of the genocide. It's too dark out there, and I hear explosions in the distance. I'm stuck in hell.