Please read this, you really need too. I’ve seen the videos. I’ve watched people sobbing over the remains of their families. I’ve watched little babies—babies—covered in dust and blood, lifeless in their parents’ arms. Don’t tell me “it’s complicated.” Don’t feed me the same tired excuses. This is not complicated. This is cruelty. This is genocide. Do you know what fills the silence after an airstrike? Orphans. Children with no one left. Tiny voices asking, “Where’s mama?” Little hands clutching nothing but each other. And somehow—somehow—you want to talk about Palestine “stealing babies”? How would Palestine come and steal babies from Israel —if the war started in 1948?? If they’ve been living under occupation, trapped, starved, bombed for decades? Don’t you dare use that as an excuse. You cannot twist history and expect us to stay quiet while innocent lives are erased. You don’t get to play the victim while you drop missiles on hospitals, homes, schools, and mosques. You don’t get to justify murder by rewriting the story. I’ve seen the truth. And if you’ve seen what I’ve seen, you’d be screaming too. THIS ISN’T JUST A WAR—IT’S A WAKE-UP CALL. To the world: If your heart doesn’t ache, it’s time to check your soul. If you stay silent, you are part of the problem. And if you’re justifying this with half-truths and twisted narratives—history will remember. To the people of Gaza: You are not forgotten. You are loved. You are sacred. Your pain is not invisible. To the orphans, the babies, the broken-hearted—we see you. We cry for you. And we will never stop fighting for your right to live.
This isn’t just about bombs anymore. It’s about the deliberate destruction of life. The lives of children. Parents. Families. Gaza’s hospitals are running without electricity. Doctors are performing surgeries without anesthesia, using phone lights, praying that the children under their care survive another hour. Water? Contaminated. Electricity? Cut off. Food? Scarce. Homes? Flattened. And still—some people ask, “But what did Palestine do?” Let me tell you exactly what happened: Journalists were targeted and killed for telling the truth. UN-run schools—bombed while children were sheltering inside. Aid trucks stopped. Ambulances shelled. Mothers had to write their children's names on their limbs, just so they could be identified after an attack. These aren’t stories. They’re facts. They’re happening. Right now. And every time someone dares to speak the truth, they’re shadowbanned. They’re silenced. They’re called antisemitic for crying out loud—because we dared to feel for humanity. I cry too. I watch the videos. I see the pain. I see the babies—the babies—buried in rubble. I see the parents, empty eyes, holding their children, begging for mercy everyday. And I cry. I cry. And now, they’ve killed a Palestinian-American boy. A child. This isn’t just a tragedy—this is senseless murder. A young life taken, a family torn apart, and a future stolen. How many more? How many more children will we lose before anyone stops this madness? But how can I stay silent? How can I turn away when I know the truth? When people are suffering, dying, crying for their families? When babies don't make it to their first birthdays. Palestine didn’t “start it.” They’ve been trying to survive it. And they’ve been surviving this nightmare since 1948. Sincerely, Night A voice for the voiceless. A heart that aches, and tears that flow for Gaza. A soul that will never stop fighting for justice. And if you're reading this from an Israeli studio or group, please don’t report me. This isn’t hate. This is truth. This is the cry of humanity. This is pain. Thanks. Here’s the link to the heartbreaking story: https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cyveq30lmdlo :( Song is Palestine by Muad
