No more life, no healthcare, no anything..
No more life, no health care, no anything, but some hope, and dirty water, and millions of stories.
Hospitals are no longer protected by international laws. The occupation has repeatedly trampled on these laws with the treads of its tanks, destroying and burning hospitals, killing patients and doctors the hospital's departments, detaining others, and hiding them in it's secret prisons.
The genocide has put 85% of Gaza's healthcare facilities out of service, and the remaining facilities provide limited services due to severe shortage of various necessities.
Today, day 328 of the genocide, two days after the evacuation of A-Aqsa Martyr's Hospital, which threatens the last hope of more than a million Palestinians, increase their sufferings, and put their lives on the edge.
While I sit on my chair, with a broken heart, after I was deprived of my right of performing my duty towards my people, I will try to write down the most touching stories I experienced personally during the months of genocide while working at the emergency department, and it'll be shared here.
I don't need to convince anyone that life is going to be much worse and much more horrific without hospitals. l am writing this and sharing it because these stories and those people deserve to live forever in the minds of the world. My people are living through hell, suffering, and screaming for help without being helped!
Stories from the emergency department of Al Aqsa Martyr’s Hospital. The entire world need to read it!!
An Alzheimer's patient, came alone, on a busy morning, asking me to find him his medication, I tried to convince him that I don't have his medication and I don't know
where he can find it, because it wasn’t available. He wasn’t able to stand because of the severe tremors and tiredness, and he was holding my hand, and begging me not to leave him, and it broke my heart because I know how bad it is for him, because I have a personal experience with the same disease. I couldn't do anything for him, other than finding a chair for him to sit on and I went back with my broken heart to deal with my other patients!
A 27 year-old pregnant mother, lost her husband, her children, and some of her family, in a missile strike and had fractures in her limbs, had her labour pain inside the emergency department, hours before her scheduled orthopedic operation, her brother D was standing next to her, extremely worried, but trying hardly to calm her down, and I was called to help her in giving birth to her baby, a beautiful boy, she cried while she was telling her brother " that was a childbirth, isn't it easy? She gave birth to her baby in a genocide, hours after being rescued from under the rubbles! Despite everything, they gave me the most heart-warming appreciation that I remember receiving in my entire life,
A mildly injured pregnant mother, I scanned her and reassured her about her fetus, she asked me if i can find out what the gender is, I was surprised because that time was not the appropriate time to know something like that, and told her with a small laugh: all of you women are the same, but I was shocked when she told me that she lost 3 daughters and only has her boy survived and wanted this pregnancy to be a girl, I rescanned her and found out that its a girl. She wasn't very happy about it, but she looked less broken!
