A feast of killing, displacement and hunger!

They circumambulate your ancient house, glorifying you with praise, you alone, you have no partner, they perform the rituals as you have ordained, oh God, and their steps follow your will, from every deep valley, they come to you responding to your call, praising, thanking, and bestowing blessings, hoping for your pleasure, forgiveness, and pardon, on the greatest day of pilgrimage, while a child in Gaza asks, will we find a loaf of bread on the night of Eid? Will the bombing stop on the day of Eid? Will my little brother survive death by starvation? Will my father return to our tent safe from the bombing, after spending hours searching for a piece of bread and a sip of water? Will we die like others died in the tent?

They seek your sacred house, between Safa and Marwa, and the hungry in Gaza seek from tent to tent, awaiting the efforts of mediators to stop the killing, to stop their deaths, and to lift the siege that threatens them with annihilation. The hungry say: We seek a loaf of bread, a sip of water, and a pill of medicine, and we move from place to place in search of the security and safety that are lost in Gaza.

Guests of the Most Merciful stand before You, eating and drinking, while we in Gaza are hungry and thirsty under the continuous bombardment of aircraft. We collect the remains of the martyrs in mass graves, and we complain of their abandonment of us, with no hope but from You, O God, to lift this injustice from the people who are struggling to live in Gaza.

Eid has returned, and hunger and suffering in Gaza continue. With each passing day, the suffering increases, the level of pain rises, and the daily torment people endure under harsh and oppressive conditions expands. While Your servants visit Your Sacred House these days, coming from every distant valley, we in Gaza are deprived of visiting Your House, forbidden from reaching it, deprived of food and medicine, and besieged from all sides.

Eid is back, and it's neither a holiday nor a happy one, amidst hunger, killing, displacement, and destruction. While children in all countries of the world find their joy in Eid: new clothes, gifts, toys, and sweets, and sleep under a roof, on top of beds, gathering their dreams and laughter on their pillows, the children of Gaza search for a morsel of food and a drink of water in displacement tents and shelters, without pillows, and their dreams are of a moment of calm and escape from the nights of bombing.

The children of Gaza, oh God, they do not find a piece of bread. The war has shattered their dreams, destroyed their homes, amputated the legs of many, amputated the hands of many, and taken the lives of many. This massacre continues, and continues in its ugliness and bloodiness. No sacrifices are being slaughtered in Gaza except human lives, and no Takbirs are heard except the screams and cries of mothers, children, and those under the rubble.