*The doctor asks himself, "Am I a doctor or a killer?" A feeling that cannot be described.*
By me, Khaled Joudeh
Painful moments of evacuating the injured and sick from their beds from the Baptist Hospital before it was bombed by the occupation forces in Gaza City at dawn today.
Escaping from death to death... They flee hospitals to avoid being bombed... And for this reason, they leave the oxygen device and even remove it of their own free will in search of life. What a scene this is and what injustice my people in Gaza are subjected to. Can you imagine the extent of the pain?
Do you understand what I'm trying to explain to you? The doctor reaches for the oxygen device and removes it from the wounded man who was admitted to the hospital due to the occupation forces' bombing... He removes him from life support so he can revive for a few moments... He dies on his way to life... I need a million words to express what's inside me... Write, don't stop writing Write what you feel and contribute to spreading the truth.
In the darkness of dawn, as silence enveloped Gaza City, the Baptist Hospital became the scene of its most painful moments. Patients were lying in their beds, some barely breathing, others clinging to life through oxygen devices. Suddenly, the news arrived: Israeli aircraft were targeting the hospital.
Fleeing from death to death, a scene that cannot be described in words. Patients, who were searching for life within the hospital walls, were forced to leave their beds and remove their oxygen devices with their own hands, just to escape the bombing. But to where? To the streets? To the unknown?
Doctors, who were fighting to save lives, found themselves in an unimaginable situation. The doctor reached for the oxygen device, removing it from the wounded man who had been admitted to the hospital due to a previous bombing. He removed the device from the resuscitation system, just to give him a momentary chance to live, but he died on his way to safety.
What injustice is this? What pain? Can you imagine the extent of the suffering? Do you understand what I am trying to explain?
Gaza is not just a city; it is a human story written in tears and blood. Every moment carries a tragedy, and every tragedy carries a cry.
Media personality Khaled Jouda says: "I need a million words to express what's inside me. Write, don't stop writing. Write what you feel, contribute to spreading the truth."
These are not just words; they are an invitation to everyone who has a pen, everyone who has a voice, to convey the truth, to expose injustice, and to keep hope alive in the hearts of those living under bombardment. Gaza needs the world, and the world needs to hear Gaza's voice.
