No talk!

Like Christmas candles, bodies melt and souls waste away before flowing silently in the streets, in the tents, in front of aid traps, and in the food pantries.

In Gaza, as the famine intensified, hearts reached their throats, journalists' voices became hoarse, the ink in their pens dried up, and their hearts stopped beating under the weight of extreme hunger, which drained their energy and left them unable to speak.

Yesterday, Agence France-Presse announced that its team of ten journalists in Gaza would starve to death. The agency relayed Bashar's last message, posted on his Facebook page, in which he said: "I no longer have the strength to work in the media. My body has become thin, and I can no longer work. My brother died of hunger, and we no longer have the words to explain to the world that we live daily between death by murder and death by starvation."

Bashar's message hit the international agency like an earthquake, reflecting the plight of all the people in the Gaza Strip, who are dying every minute, at a geometric rate of killing and starvation, while the Likud wolf stalls the truce negotiations, completing his mission of exhausting the people, starving them to their knees, and building his dreams on the remains of their children and the ruins of their homes.