Hello.
Thanks for this thread.
All loss of life due to violence is deeply sad.
I don’t feel right with myself looking away and not bearing witness. I’ve seen so many horrific things these past months as a result of the violence by Hamas on the Israelis, and so much by the sustained Israeli gov and IDF attacks on Palestinians. Most days I’m reduced to tears, but what good is that in my in safe home while Palestinians suffer a sustained hell. I email my MP, march, donate, but feel absolutely useless.
All of the kind medical staff continuing to care while they wait their fate. All the perfect little tots who’ve never voted or have any kind of choice - the light of someone’s life - pulled out of dusty rubble, covered in blood, missing limbs, then wrapped in sheets, buried and dug up again by IDF diggers to just lie out on a pile of muck. I can’t bear this evil, and then people getting defensive when it’s rightly referred to as genocide.
I can’t get out of my head this child - a 4 year old boy. I remember his sad little face, in pain, with adult-like anguish as he cried quietly in a hospital bed after his house was bombed, some of his family killed and his whole lower half was severely fractured. But I was happy for him that he survived and was at least receiving care. I thought about his worried face a lot since. I saw a post last month that he survived that only to be bombed in a refugee camp in Rafah. He was wrapped in a sheet with his face out and recognisable.
He’s just one of over 13,000 kids killed by the IDF. The rest are starving, freezing, sick, injured and orphaned. It’s just evil beyond comprehension. Sustained evil.
I don’t believe in God, but I pray every night that it stops.