11:47 PM @mohammad_salama.2 هيا الأشقر ,, الطفلة الوحيدة الى خلتني اتعامل مع الاطفال واحبهم اكتر
هيا تعلقت فيها بيوم وليلة وحبيتها كتير وكل يوم لازم اشوفها وانزلها وتمشى انا وياها ونلعب سوا
هيا كانت ما تحكي مع حد لدرجة جارتها اللي بالغرفة بتحكيلي انو اول مره تسمع صوت هيا وتشوف هيا مبسوطه هذا الكلام خلاني اتمسك في هيا وأغيرلها جو مشان نفسيتها تتغير وما تبقى وحيدة وطبعا الشكر الكبير لابنة عمها تسنيم اللي من اول ساعة ما فارقتها وسخرت باقي حياتها معها
هيا طلعت لتكمل علاجها خارج غزة في دولة الإمارات
وبصراحة انا اشتياقي لهيا كبير جدا لدرجة انو صار شي ناقص في حياتي وصارت هيا بالنسبة الي هي "بنت قلبي " 🥺❤️
دعواتكم ترجعنا بالسلامة وربنا يشفيها ي رب 🥺🤍
Haya Al-Ashqar, the only child who let me deal with children
And I love them more, Haya. I was attached to her day and night, and I loved her very much. Every day I had to see her and take her down, and she and I would walk and play together. Haya would not talk to anyone, to the point that her neighbor in the room would tell me that it was the first time she heard Haya’s voice and saw Haya happy. This talk made me cling to Haya and change the atmosphere for her for the sake of her psychological state. She changes and she is not left alone, and of course, big thanks go to her cousin Tasneem, who from the first hour did not leave her and devoted the rest of her life to her. Haya went out to complete her treatment outside Gaza in the Emirates, and frankly, I miss her so much, to the point that something has become missing in my life, and Haya has become to me “the daughter of my heart.” "
Your prayers bring us back safely, and may God heal her. 9:30 PM @ahmedhijazee I encountered a little girl whose life had been forever altered by the unceasing bombardment in Gaza. Tragically, she had lost her entire family in these attacks. Now an orphan, she carries an air of innocence, seemingly unaware of the grim reality that had befallen her, yet she always seems to miss them.
During our time together, as we played, she shared with me that my name, Ahmad, was the same as her brother’s, who is now martyred. It was a poignant moment, connecting us in an unexpected and deeply emotional way. Her story, a stark reminder of the innocent lives affected by the ravages of conflict, stayed with me long after
.In addition to her loss, I noticed she had very little in terms of personal belongings – her clothes were scant and worn. Feeling a sense of responsibility, I accompanied her to a local store to buy new clothes. It was during this simple act of shopping that she expressed a wish for something quite ordinary yet profoundly symbolic – an umbrella to shield her from the rain.
This wasn’t our first encounter. I had met her previously while I was at Al-Shifa Hospital, before she was displaced to the south. Each meeting with her reveals more layers of her resilience and innocence amidst the chaos surrounding her life. Her desire for an umbrella, in the midst of all her loss, struck me as a poignant reminder of the enduring spirit of hope and the need for protection in the face of life’s storms.
Every moment spent with Aya Abed, only 5 years old, is a lesson in resilience and hope, a reminder of the countless innocent lives touched by the shadow of Genocide . 10:56 AM @wizard_bisan1 A few days ago, while I was sitting, I suddenly felt that my lower back and legs hurt a lot and that I was unable to walk. I sat for 24 hours.
I got well for a couple of days but now I suffer from pain in the left thigh and lower back, and I have been unable to move for almost a day
I cannot bear the pain!
Do you know what’s the sad thing?
In my previous life, before 7-10 I was a basketball player, and I had regular visits to my sports doctor.
I suffered from similar but less pain two years ago, and he told me that I had to rest for a week in addition to a lot of medications and physical therapy because of a problem in the last 4 vertebrae in my back. I needed a lot of healthy eating, exercise, and sun!.
My doctor was injured and arrested in the Indonesian hospital in the north of Gaza Strip, after the Israeli army bombed and invaded the hospital, I don’t have any access to the medicines and physical therapy because of the war.
All what the hospital could do for me, is advising me to take some painkillers, they told me that it is a severe muscle strain due to the cold and because I am sleeping on the ground, until the end of the war, (No one knows when) because it is emergency and they can’t provide the treatment for anyone except the injuries.
And for the painkiller, I didn’t find any of them in the pharmacy.. that’s it, suffering from a pain for days, can’t set, walk, stand or do anything and every day the pain increase.
Until when world?? 76 days, until when? 
