Today felt like one of the days of the world's end for us. It was the worst day so far; and tomorrow will be even worse

Here, your life does not belong to you. If you walk too fast, you could be killed.

I think I realized during my shift last night that I have a disability deep within me. As if l am no longer alive. Most of my time, most of my seconds; I am absent, lost in endless nothingness.

I don't feel comfortable in my skin, even when I'm resting from my exhaustion. I feel very uncomfortable, as a doctor living and surviving the unsurvivable, having to be a beacon of hope for literally everyone, and the heavy weight of that burden.

This war will never end; it tortures us every moment, as if even time itself has been taken hostage!

I am loved, and my enemy is despised. My story is complicated, yet it is not.

For two years I have not thought much about my own survival.

When I hear a helicopter, I go to the window, look at the sky, and wait for my missile; longing for the comfort it might bring.

Everything I try to do here costs me so much of myself; my health, my memory, my time, and sometimes, my sanity.

Salam. I hope you are well. I love you, and I hate them.

Stupid Trump sent some food, along with enough ammunition to kill anyone who dares to resist his best friend’s starvation plan.

In my life, I've drowned in oceans of suffering, climbed mountains of despair, and been strangled by skies that rain death.

I am a doctor. I know pain. I have pain in my back;

It shoots through my neck, across my shoulders, down to my hands and fingers

I started my day this morning treating a middle-aged woman who was injured by shrapnel in the upper part of her chest on both sides, causing internal bleeding in her lungs.

From: “No one dies of hunger”

To: “Everyone will die of hunger.

Hunger has always been part of life here. There’s an old saying: “No one dies of hunger”; meant to comfort the poor, to give them hope.

My name is Ali. I am a human. I’m a doctor from Gaza.

I have a loving, blessed family. I have warmth. But tonight;

I am hungry. Kahaya and Coco, my cat and kitten, are starving.

I have so much to say; nightmares, endless stories of endless suffering.

Since 1948, the US has denied us both freedom and flour; and called it diplomacy

A-Aqsa martyr's hell, tonight!

+18,000 child martyrs. Tens of thousands more injured. But the numbers no longer matter.