The Children of Gaza

There are no children in Gaza. That’s what my mother says. There are no children, only old souls in miniature bodies. Because how can you be a child when you face the prospect of death from the moment you are born?

A little more than a month has passed since Hamas’s horrific attack on October 7. I remember the heart-wrenching feeling of seeing innocent people, bloodied and broken, forever altered, saddled with a pain no one should have to endure.

And then I thought of what would happen next, and my heart sank further because I knew terrible suffering would be unleashed on Gaza.

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In the weeks since, the Israeli military has carried out a relentless campaign of retaliation in one of the most densely populated places on Earth. Amid the constant bombardment, mothers wail, doctors rush to save patients before fuel runs out, and children tremble in fear. And so many die.

I’ve be...
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