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باحث وصحفي متخصص في الشؤون السياسية والتحليل الاستراتيجي | Researcher & Journalist specializing in political affairs and strategic analysis.

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‼️ Terrifying disappearance of dozens of young men inside the Israeli-American “aid” camp west of Rafah ‼️ They walked in for food. They never came back. Families are panicking. Bodies lie on the ground. Tanks and helicopters sealed the area — and opened fire. #Gaza #Rafah #StarvationCrime

‼️ Terrifying disappearance of dozens of young men inside the Israeli-American “aid” camp west of Rafah ‼️ They walked in for food. They never came back. Families are panicking. Bodies lie on the ground. Tanks and helicopters sealed the area — and opened fire. #Gaza #Rafah #StarvationCrime

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Flying Bodies My sister’s body flew in a blast. Flew past two buildings and a street. Her husband — may he rest in peace — was found two days later, in a nearby alley. Early in the war, a neighbor’s house was hit. The people found a woman’s body, lying calmly on a bed… but on the fifth floor of the next building. Some said: “The angels carried her to safety. She was just sleeping.” I don’t know if “flew” is the right word. But the blasts are so strong, it feels like bodies try to save themselves — leaping out of the fire, running from hell. The air smells of blood, burnt flesh, and melted iron. The sound of explosions? Like the sky ripping open, shaking the ground, deafening our ears until fear howls inside our heads. God didn’t make bodies to burn, tear, or get crushed under concrete. A father told me once — the only survivor of his family — how he spoke to his child trapped under the rubble for half an hour. The boy’s voice faded… until he gave up and slipped away. Civil defense couldn’t pull them out. Like hundreds of others, they stayed under the ruins, breathing death. Beneath this surface now live 52 martyrs. The family changed addresses — the surface isn’t a surface anymore. “Nobody really dies. Souls just change their place.” Yesterday, I saw bodies flying through endless explosions. Fire mountains climbed over the towers, and thick smoke turned the sky dark red — as if the heavens themselves were bleeding. Why do bodies run upward? Maybe at the peak of terror, they race the fire eating the earth. Maybe fear gives them wings, lifting them, even for a moment, to feel free. Now, after two years of this war, we know: no ambulances, no hospitals, no rescue teams can save us. Only the black bags wait for us — twenty kilos of burned flesh in each. I wonder: Doesn’t the world have gentler ways to kill us? Ways that don’t burn our bodies alive or scatter us into pieces? Why do we have to run from fate to the skies? Here, we do what the souls rising to God do: Forget the pain. “Oh God,” screamed a woman watching the bodies fly up, “the people are flying!” They fly, trying to find heaven’s door… forever, and ever. Dr. Saeed Mohammad Al-Kahlout Mental Health Specialist & Writer #Gaza, #Palestine

Flying Bodies My sister’s body flew in a blast. Flew past two buildings and a street. Her husband — may he rest in peace — was found two days later, in a nearby alley. Early in the war, a neighbor’s house was hit. The people found a woman’s body, lying calmly on a bed… but on the fifth floor of the next building. Some said: “The angels carried her to safety. She was just sleeping.” I don’t know if “flew” is the right word. But the blasts are so strong, it feels like bodies try to save themselves — leaping out of the fire, running from hell. The air smells of blood, burnt flesh, and melted iron. The sound of explosions? Like the sky ripping open, shaking the ground, deafening our ears until fear howls inside our heads. God didn’t make bodies to burn, tear, or get crushed under concrete. A father told me once — the only survivor of his family — how he spoke to his child trapped under the rubble for half an hour. The boy’s voice faded… until he gave up and slipped away. Civil defense couldn’t pull them out. Like hundreds of others, they stayed under the ruins, breathing death. Beneath this surface now live 52 martyrs. The family changed addresses — the surface isn’t a surface anymore. “Nobody really dies. Souls just change their place.” Yesterday, I saw bodies flying through endless explosions. Fire mountains climbed over the towers, and thick smoke turned the sky dark red — as if the heavens themselves were bleeding. Why do bodies run upward? Maybe at the peak of terror, they race the fire eating the earth. Maybe fear gives them wings, lifting them, even for a moment, to feel free. Now, after two years of this war, we know: no ambulances, no hospitals, no rescue teams can save us. Only the black bags wait for us — twenty kilos of burned flesh in each. I wonder: Doesn’t the world have gentler ways to kill us? Ways that don’t burn our bodies alive or scatter us into pieces? Why do we have to run from fate to the skies? Here, we do what the souls rising to God do: Forget the pain. “Oh God,” screamed a woman watching the bodies fly up, “the people are flying!” They fly, trying to find heaven’s door… forever, and ever. Dr. Saeed Mohammad Al-Kahlout Mental Health Specialist & Writer #Gaza, #Palestine

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18-year-old Abdullah Al-Raqab is suffering from a life-threatening skin condition, Pemphigus Vulgaris, triggered after being shot while seeking aid for his family. Gaza’s collapsed healthcare system cannot treat him. His father’s cry is a call to the world’s conscience: Let him out for treatment before it’s too late. #GazaUnderAttack #HealthCrisis #HelpGaza

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18-year-old Abdullah Al-Raqab is suffering from a life-threatening skin condition, Pemphigus Vulgaris, triggered after being shot while seeking aid for his family. Gaza’s collapsed healthcare system cannot treat him. His father’s cry is a call to the world’s conscience: Let him out for treatment before it’s too late. #GazaUnderAttack #HealthCrisis #HelpGaza

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