We tried everything

We tried everything. But they were too small to survive their injuries. Too small to be killed. They were alone in their last moments. They were very cold. They were very pale. They were Palestinian babies. They were born in a genocide, lived their entire lives in a genocide, starved in a genocide, lost their parents in a genocide, were injured in a genocide; and finally killed in a genocide.

As if they were a mistake in this world. As if the world couldn't bear their presence. This is the beginning of the end of everything. Fuck the world. Fuck the silence. Fuck everything.

Just wanted to let you know this; After my 24-hour shift, after nonstop hours of treating the school massacres injuries; most of the injuries I dealt with were children; two among them were infants, and they couldn't make it.

I think you should know what l, and every one of my colleagues, have lived through. Not just yesterday. Not just today. But for the past 20 months. You should know how it feels to hold a dying child and realize it’s impossible to save them. You should know how helpless we are, and how abandoned they are. You should hear the screams of the mothers. You should feel everything with us. You should know this; because the world pretends not to.