Last night was one of the bloodiest nights since this war began. A massive explosion echoed near Al-Ahli Baptist Hospital after a school sheltering dozens of displaced families — most of them women and children — was bombed. Within minutes, ambulances began arriving one after the other, each carrying a new tragedy. Burned faces, torn bodies, and cries of pain that will forever echo in our minds.

Among the patients brought to the emergency room was a girl no older than 10. She was laid before me on a stretcher, whispering faint cries that could barely be heard. Her face was unrecognizable, her small body covered in third-degree burns, and her condition was extremely critical.

I stood there helpless – not because I didn’t know how to treat her, but because we had nothing to treat her with. No available ICU bed, no supplies for burn care. At that moment, all I had left was hope. I immediately contacted my friend Dr. Ahmad at Al-Shifa Hospital and told him, “I’m sending you a critical case. Please take care of her and do what you can.”

The girl was transferred to Al-Shifa. My colleague Ahmad received her and did everything in his power to save her life. Today, after finishing my shift, I went to check on her. I couldn’t believe my eyes — she was awake. Despite the burns, the disfigurement, and the severe wounds, she had survived. She is now in recovery.

But how many children didn’t make it? How many bodies were burned? How many screams went unheard?

What did these children do to deserve this? By what right are innocent lives being erased?

These are not just numbers — they are souls, stories, laughter that was buried under the rubble.

Soon, when the girl recovers more, I will share a video of her. But honestly, I don’t know if the world is ready to see something so brutally real — something beyond imagination.

Stop this genocide.

We are here, trying to save what remains of life🙏💔