I've just finished treating a 25- year-old woman who was brought in after an airstrike destroyed her home. She suffered severe injuries, deep, gaping wounds and burns all over her body. 

They say it is a dangerous thing. But how can it be, when we believe that hope is in the face of Allah? How could it ever be dangerous? They will never succeed in making it so for us. But we need it from you too. Now more than ever.

I wanted to show you these orphaned young girls “Eileen Lama, Jana”, who are enduring tremendous pain this Eid, after already surviving so many sorrowful ones. And I can’t help but wonder; will they ever get to experience even one truly happy Eid?

“If you feel pain, you're alive. If you feel other people’s pain, you're a human being.”

Eileen, the child who bled alone tonight. Just as Hind and Yusuf bled to death before her, and just as thousands of children have perished in blood over these long months. Tonight, Eileen bears witness to the world’s failure and feels it in every fibre of her shattered, bleeding body.

I WILL NO LONGER BEG FOR HELP. THIS IS THE END.

“Stay Safe”? Are you serious? How can we stay safe when nowhere is safe?

My Mother said with a trembling voice, “The war will never end this time.”

It is not hashtags and whispered sympathies. Support is a stance.

I love my work! I really do. But why does it have to be this hard? I love my hospital, yet it sometimes feels unsafe. A place of healing shouldn’t be a place of fear.

Ready for sleep; only to wake up and be dragged into another day of suffering and injustice. 

Why don't cats rule the world, so it could be as gentle as they are?

Exhausted. Drained. Worn in ways no one has ever been. Yet, we remain. Day after day, we fight not only to save lives but to survive ourselves under a sky that knows no peace and within walls that tremble with injustice. We're running on empty, but we refuse to give up or surrender.