Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.
Last night just before 9pm, they sent us a warning over the phone that ‘We will bomb the hospital, so you need to evacuate. We insisted that we cannot leave the hospital. Our patients are, all of them, paralyzed, they’re unconscious. They’re unable to move, so we need to stay in this hospital…

But just few minutes after the call, shells start falling down on the hospital — the fourth floor, third floor, second floor. Smoke, fire, dust all over.
Today, I just woke up and see a little lying on a stretcher, half of his head was blown. She has no face anymore. This is Gaza. 😢😢😢😢😢
Others are being tested with difficulty while we are being tested with ease.