How do we feel?

In the photo, my cousins after they: after a long struggle, succeeded in retrieving the body of my cousin Majd from beneath the rubble. In the other photo, a child from Gaza, and Gaza! 

How do we feel? 

As if we are just..things. Without feelings. Not humans.. not even living beings created by the same Creator.. Not even things. 

As if we exist outside the bounds of humanity; like grains of sand in an hourglass, or scattered in a forgotten desert. Nothing of value. Nothing worth saving. And yet, we feel everything... because we've been treated as if we were nothing 

It's as if we weren't created for life, but for torment and death. As if our existence was written only to be erased; our beginnings destined for a brutal end 

Our enemies have tried everything; every crime imaginable, and unimaginable, against humanity; to strip us of our humanity. 

But what hurts... is that we have to die just to prove we are human.

What hurts even more is that we are giving everything for the sake of that proof; our blood, our lives, while other humans, simply watch. They sing for us. They grieve from a distance. And they tell themselves they've done enough. That they can do no more. And that.. is even more dehumanizing 

Billions of human beings..yet none could save us. None could secure for us even the simplest right: the right to live in peace 

Instead, their silence, and their helplessness, have allowed human animals to tear us and our families apart. Not just to kill us... but to destroy us, piece by piece, We have never known peace; only death, in pieces 

"Those who crucified every prophet... tonight, they have crucified my people”.