848 days

I took this photograph today, after witnessing the massacre. I wanted to show you the moon in the sky, resting above the olive tree.

848 days

Hello, humans.

Sorry to bother you, but I survived today. Words mean nothing. Peace is a mirage. Some of you care. Many of you don't. I don’t feel your world anymore.

I feel only the suffering imposed on me every single day, heavy, mentally torturous, and soul-breaking.

The longer this is allowed to continue, the easier it becomes to dehumanize us, to erase us completely.

In Gaza, entire families are wiped out as a matter of routine. It is easy. It is treated as nothing. Our lives are not ours. This is not despair. This is what the world has decided is acceptable.

Our lives are not ours.

The comments here made me cry my heart out. Please don't let them convince you that we are not human, or that we don't feel. Don't see us as miserable things. We are human, just like you. Having to say this over and over again is heartbreaking.

T have seen countless people during my shifts collapsing under the weight of their feelings and misery. Last night was especially awful. Young men and women arrived in states far worse than a panic attack.

This kind of suffering is becoming normal. The human response to prolonged terror now appears in severe forms, common, widespread, and indiscriminate. It affects everyone, regardless of strength, age, or circumstance.

Men and women, adults, vulnerable and healthy alike, suddenly become bodies that shake and spasm, for no reason other than being terrorized. Pure fear. It has become so common that I am afraid I might get my turn one day.

Breaking |AFP: Israel announces that Médecins Sans Frontières must halt its operations in Gaza by February 28.(The impunity!!1). This is the literal meaning of a brutal occupation, a system opposed to every sign of life, and every form of relief.