The world is proud of us, because we’ve been surviving a genocide, isn’t it?

I pray for the day when we can finally be proud of the world; for not just watching, but saving us, for standing up, for choosing justice, at last.

We are everything. We have been everything. We are the world, in its most beautiful, yet saddest form; true, resilient, suffering, alive.

A message from a human who no longer wants to appear strong or become a symbol.

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

I am priceless,

yet I am dying with no price;

We're not just out of supplies; were out of hospitals. 

Today, they bombed Al-Aqsa Hospital; again. We were trying to save an elderly patient who was dying while treating a young girl with blood fling her lung, at the same time. 

For us, for me, my family, the other families, for those who have survived the kilinig: for-now, this endless GENOCIDE does not end with the body. It begins after it. It seeps into the heart and mind, settles deep within our exhausted humanity, our fragile emotions, and minds stretched far beyond their limits.

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.