In the name of the burned bodies!

Issam Bakr

What remains unsaid? Nearly two years have been added to the long years of the siege imposed on a million and a half Palestinians, living the woes of death before their eyes, watching at every moment the fall of a shell or the destruction of a home, and with it the fading hope of life under the rubble of homes and buildings that have been razed to the ground. Is there a description that surpasses a war of extermination? What has not been said, or what remains unsaid in the body of the noisy statements, the glittering sentences and descriptions, and the dictionaries of grammar and morphology that are almost devoid of verbs and do not carry a place for parsing? Calls for help, demands, declarations of positions, fact sheets, numbers and statistics have been covered by international and local institutions. The press and media agencies are all teeming with news and reports describing the scene. You will not find a sentence, position, phrase or statement by an official who did not hesitate in the corridors of decision-making, from the highest international and local platforms, from yesterday's Baghdad summit to the United Nations, to the statements of the forces, factions, associations and local frameworks, combined or separately, to the government and official and unofficial bodies. Has anyone lifted a finger? Has the killing stopped? Did Israel, the oasis of Middle Eastern democracy and the most moral army in the world, respond to these voices?!
Hundreds of questions circulate in the hearts of each of us, laden with worry and exhaustion, keeping people awake at night amidst feelings of despair and shocking and hurtful abandonment, if only there was any humanity left to gather in the face of scenes of death circling every corner of Gaza, carried by "Gideon's Carriages" day and night, continuing to bury bodies under the rubble and bomb hospitals and tents. There really is nothing left to say. We have said everything but without action, without being able to change the picture. The children of Gaza, perhaps those who remain, are tired of waiting. Their eyes are knocking on the unseen and the unknown, and with them the doors of hearts, searching for a morsel of bread that they cannot find. Every day we browse the internet search engine and news websites, we find them in all languages talking about the catastrophe: news, reports, and painful pictures, but we see them and perhaps we are affected for a while, perhaps we shed tears, we suffer as human beings, but we continue with life, our lives, our work, the daily bloody routine. We do not move a finger while we issue demands to the world to intervene, to move. Our consciences shake, and we suffer from helplessness and constant headaches due to our lack of resourcefulness and inability, but we also practice the rituals of life. We eat, drink, and sleep. We open long discussions, competing while they are without food or medicine, without electricity or potable water. The minimum requirements of life have become a dream for them. We compete and discuss secondary and superficial matters while we neglect the most important and serious treatments. We care about positions, titles, and titles, and we do not provide them with a single morsel of bread. With our inability, negligence and preoccupation, while the smell of blood and death fills the place, and we are busy describing the situation, we sometimes pass around responsibility and mechanisms to get out of the current situation. This rarely happens to any people. Crises, disasters and wars, even if the people are divided or even torn apart, unite them, and the disagreement fades away, no matter how deep it is. The group meets, no matter how different they are, to face the situation united, not placing obstacles and disagreement in front of their eyes, while they are in a state of systematic genocide and destruction by an enemy that wants to erase and annihilate them.
Over the past few days, and perhaps this is what prompted me to write this way, we have all been shocked by the sight of limbs and children in tents and what remains of the shelters, the depletion of flour and the rise in prices, everything is burning for the citizen in Gaza, there are no basic commodities, the warehouses are completely empty. The government, through its head, declared the Gaza Strip a famine zone a few days ago, which requires many steps, procedures and follow-up to prevent a disaster, activate response plans and provide the means of survival and existence for the people of Gaza whose dreams are crushed by Gideon's carts, forcing them time after time to forcibly leave from Al-Mawasi, Al-Wasat and Khan Younis to Rafah and from there, after it is no longer a safe place, to North Gaza, Beit Hanoun and Beit Lahia, which are burning with the fire of daily burning. A bite of bread has become a wish! And water is a dream for some. We have all seen the ugliness of the scenes and the enormity of the loss, charred and featureless. No one can say they have not seen the scenes of burned bodies? Other bodies are being ravaged by various diseases, malnutrition, death by starvation, perhaps by oppression, tender bodies unable to move as if bidding farewell to life with the innocence of childhood and the contempt of the silent world, others torn apart by shells, losing their limbs, and mothers tasting the agony of being unable to provide food for these hungry children in a world saturated with pleasures. Is this the meaning of humanity guaranteed by the texts of international conventions, and the minds of those who formulated the system of human rights and international law? A people starving and selling to the world their dignity, pride, honor, patience and pride, left alone and isolated, while the master of the world, Trump, doles it out with beautiful recipes for immigration and departure! And he blesses the practices of the occupation, in which he is a partner, to erase an entire people from existence.
The burned bodies will turn into curses that haunt those who let Gaza down and slap in the faces of those who remained silent and could have done anything but did not. Why has the world really taken action to end the suffering? Is there no international, Arab, or anywhere in this world will to send food aid or allow the entry of aid that has begun to rot at the crossings without being allowed to pass? Is there no one in this free, democratic world who will provide the bodies ravaged by hunger with a drop of water that might save a human life! In the name of these charred bodies whose appearance has been lost and whose features have disappeared due to the fires of bombing and blind hatred, do not continue to remain silent. Do something. Do anything. Life is no longer and was never normal or sustainable! Let us break the lifestyle and get used to what is happening. It is not normal at all and never was. The fire will burn everyone. Israel wants a land devoid of its owners. No one will survive if we do not do what we can. The ground will shake beneath everyone. The lesson and hope from all that is happening is that we are still here, continuing to survive and exist.

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Is there no international, Arab, or anywhere else in the world will to send food aid or allow the entry of aid that has begun to rot at the crossings without being allowed to pass?