Palestine is not just a place on the map, it is a wound on the chest of the Muslim Ummah that bleeds endlessly while the world watches in silence.
Can you even imagine your place like the skies are not blue, but ash-grey, tattooed with smoke trails of missiles. There, the stars no longer twinkle, they explode. Every home has turned into a grave waiting to be filled. Every lullaby has been replaced by sirens. Can you even imagine to place yourself there?
Children don’t grow up in Gaza, they grow into martyrs.
And we?!
We scroll, we sigh, and then we go back to choosing outfits for different occasions. We shed a tear at a viral video, and then we check our bank balances. We worry if our delicious food turns out right for the occasion, but forget that in Gaza, people don’t even have water to make WUDU for their prayers. They don’t even have a safe corner to bury their martyrs anymore..
and then they are targeting the media. Breaking every link. Burning every witness.
Over 210 journalists have been killed in Gaza.. some burned alive, their only weapon being a pen or a camera.
Can you even grasp that?!!
They killed those who tried to show you the truth. They burned the storytellers alive so the story dies with them.
Why?
Because the truth terrifies them more than the missiles.
Ah, Are we alive? Truly alive?! Or are we just breathing corpses, walking past bleeding wounds pretending not to, see?!
Let me ask you:
What if that was your brother being carried out with his limbs missing?
What if it was your home reduced to dust while your child’s toy truck lay crushed under concrete?
Would you still stay quiet?
Would you still just “make dua” and move on?
Gaza is not just dying guys, it’s being ERASED.
Systematically.
Deliberately.
Mercilessly.
What if it was our daughter in that rubble? What if it was our mother lying lifeless, covered in dust and blood? What if it was our son, not waking up because a bomb fell where he used to play?
You say you care? Then where is your voice? Where is your outrage?
“It’s politics,” they say. “It’s complicated.”
No.
It’s MURDER, And it is simple.
A child torn apart by a missile doesn’t care about your political stance Sir!!
and a mother kissing the ashes of her son doesn’t care which country is to blame!!
How have we become so numb? SO cold?!
If the fire isn’t in our house, do we still not feel the heat?
The world has protested, shouted, cried.
But no throne has shaken. No sword has been drawn in their defense. No crown has turned to look.
Why is it that hundreds of protests around the world echo “Free Palestine,” yet no powerful country steps forward? Why does the United Nations, the so-called protector of human rights, turn a blind eye?
How many articles need to be written? How many images of shattered schools and crushed children will it take? How many more limbs need to be lost before someone in power says, “ENOUGH”!?
Every orphan there, is a child of this Ummah and we remain silent?! then know that today, the earth cries with Gaza. Angels are recording. And history will ask Where were YOU??!
So don’t just read this. Feel it. Share it. Speak it. Act on it.
I am asking again
Don’t let Gaza’s cries be just another story in the wind. Let it shake your bones. Let it burn your sleep. Let it wake you up.
Because today, it’s them.
Tomorrow, it could be us.
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