Children are still dying in Gaza

You're running through a strange place, covered with dense bushes, with muddy ground. Darkness is about to fall. Fill the space behind your eyes with his image. And run...

First, a deep silence. Then, suppressed sobs. In the depths of the multi-story city. A howling cry. No place to go. No cure. No food to keep you alive. No options. Do you know?
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Those who wear human masks and pretend to be human. For as long as I can remember. For as long as you can remember. They've been distributing equality, freedom, and democracy. Why are they slaughtering innocent babies? Children are still dying of hunger, thirst, and cold.

Do you know what it's like to freeze to death? I'm not talking about dreaming of warmth after being cold. I'm talking about your soul witnessing the freezing of your emotions, thoughts, and body.

First, your hands and feet go numb.
Your blood flow slows.
Your heart contracts and expands as if it's about to burst.
Then, a searing breath escapes your livid lips for the last time.
And you die.

Alone,
in Gaza,
on a Wednesday,
freezing in a makeshift tent where you stay with your family.

Let's share the embers that have fallen within me and cry together.
Let's pray.
Let's challenge the heartlessness.
Maybe our pangs of conscience will ease.

I sensed haste, fatigue, weariness, even a calculating tone in your voice.
You've wandered for hours.
There are even long lines at the checkout counters in some stores.
You've wasted a lot of time waiting in line with your purchases in hand.
You're tired.

Inside the body box, with your
compassionate,
conscientious,
thoughtful,
solution-generating mind,
caring hands,
a smile as life-affirming as a bow,
weren't you a gift to the world?

I should have wrapped a bunch of gifts.
I spent a ton of money, for goodness sake.
I'm heartbroken.
But what can you do?
I'd rather be embarrassed in our community.
My soft hands sacrificed my wallet.
A pretentious arrogance had settled inside me.
You shouldn't have said that.

When I said, "If only...",
I realized you weren't brave enough to confront yourself.
When I remained silent,
you treated me like a thief stealing seconds from your time.
Let's hang up, see you later...
Afterward...

Should I meet with the one who can't meet with himself?
With his own existence,
With a smile as life-binding as a bow,
With the one who can't give the world a gift?

As you give the sparkling gifts you've prepared,
would you ask for me,
While children in our world are starving,
What are we celebrating?
Would you ask yourself?

The world is burning,
The world is freezing,
When you discover the color of death,
would you let me know?

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