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. 

Any speech on love and peace that ignores our suffering is a lie. Its speaker deserves a slap; or petter, a moment in our reality. Let them taste injustice, even for a breath, and see if their words don't change. Not to save us, but at least to honor our truth, to never cease glorifying our resilience and resistance, to show us the respect we deserve, and to speak not with empty platitudes, but with the weight of justice and the courage of truth.

Dr. Hajar Mizrahi, Head of the Medical Department at the Israeli Ministry of Health, has made an urgent appeal to the Red Cross to monitor Israeli prisoners in Gaza, ensuring they receive proper nutrition and vitamins, expressing concern over declining vitamin levels in their blood.

Remember when we couldn't even find shrouds for our martyrs and had to collect their body parts in plastic bags? Yet, the world, which claims to care about peace and justice, chooses to put us through hell, cutting aid and food, just so an Israeli hostage dloesn't suffer from low vitamin levels. How ironic and unjust that is! 

Every time I posted something new, I wanted to ask the world to save us, and I expected the world to actually do so. I have been asking for help my entire life, and it has never come. think will stop doing that now