I DIDN'T pray today

I didn't pray today. I forgot to pray.

I was dead; and the war woke me up again.

I prayed a short while ago, while suffering from a severe migraine, and with a heavy ash cloud filling my head, keeping me from feeling the peace of my prayer, from sensing the greatness and mercy of my Lord. There's pain in my feet that keeps me from standing before God, and a hollow in my chest; no heart.

I hear the ambulances, the explosions, again, they never stop.

I read the news: children being killed.

I passed by the hospital: young men my age drenched in sweat, struck by shrapnel.

My mother's worry for my father and my siblings

chokes me, fills me with anger.

And I'm left stunned by the scale of the crime allowed to be committed against us, all in the name of "peace."

Channel 14: Israel carried out airstrikes on 83 targets, using around 120 missiles.

Peace in the Middle East is never peace for us.

Thank you to everyone who prayed for us survive. Sadly, we cannot.

lt was announced that the entry of aid and food into Gaza will stop. I've just finished calming my mother after she had a panic attack; out of fear of possible hunger.

Just saw a very vulnerable old woman who came complaining of shortness of breath, due to fluids building up in her lungs. When I asked her what brought her, she said, "I can't breathe," and began to cry. Through her tears, she told me that her son had disappeared, kidnapped four months ago, and she still doesn't know where he is.

I gave her time to cry, then told her gently, "He'll be back; there's nowhere he can go. But right now, we need to take care of you." At the same medical tent, there are only a few metal beds with no matresses. Four or five very sick patients share a single bed. Some patients with severe anemia sit on the ground, waiting for help.

Every minute, I witness suffering and pain, agony that could be easily managed if only we had the most basic medical resources.

This Is How Life Looked To Me Throughout The Entire Past Day.

After I left the hospital, an airstrike hit a cafeteria near the road I had just taken on my way home.

I had to go with my cousin to a pre-scheduled appointment with a neurosurgeon, to prepare a medical evacuation referral report for my uncle, who has been suffering terribly for years from Parkinson's disease, in addition to a severe cervical disc herniation.

When we arrived, the occupation bombed an area close to the road leading to Al-Awda Hospital.

At the hospital, after we met the doctor, he said he believed the WHO would not approve the referral; unless a miracle happened.

When we left, the emergency department was in complete chaos; injuries everywhere, a man with amputated legs, and a martyr being taken to the morgue.

Nothing else.

Just one last thing, my mother just told me this, "fear returned to my heart".

I’Il never know peace again

How does one sleep when they are tired, and viglant