Gaza and bloodshed have been synonymous. Bloodstained
streets and torn up corpses being published every day on the news. But nothing
seems to be fine with life there. Has humanity been lost into oblivion's curse?
What's more shocking is, one in every five deaths is a child. Do they even
understand what bombs are? Gaza and Palestine are burning... with human wails
of anguish echoing in the air, poisoned by hatred. Hatred of Humans. For
humans. A nineteen year old boy wrote on his social network page on the 13th of
July that he could not fall asleep for a single night fearing when a bomb would
finish his home and family.
He ate in fear. He roamed around inside the house
in fear. High schools have been shut down and his life had no hope. On the 15th
of July, his apprehensions proved true. His home was bombed. Into ashes. The
last post of his social network page remained with a few comments of
consolation and hope from friends from around the world. They all were proved
wrong. Humanity is being proved a joke every single day in Gaza.
The sky is grey with the smoke of the bomber planes and the
streets are scarlet with human blood. There is no other colour left in that
part of the world now. A little boy was shot dead and the last five words he
uttered when the gun was pointed at him were, "I'm going to tell God
everything."
Ex-student (ISC 2006) & Author of the book Little Longer Than Forever.
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