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Another 59 Palestinians killed. That’s the headline. That’s what it says. That’s what the world reads — and then forgets.
But let’s stop for a second. These weren’t numbers. They were people. They had names. They had families. They had stories they never got to finish. And now they’re gone — buried under rubble, mourned by people who’ve run out of words to scream.
Israeli forces launched fresh strikes across Gaza over the last 24 hours, hitting densely populated areas where families had already been displaced, sometimes more than once. According to health officials on the ground, the majority of the dead were civilians. Among them — children, mothers, elderly men. People who weren’t holding weapons. People who were just trying to survive.
But in Gaza, survival is a luxury.
You hear the phrase “martyred” a lot in reports from there. In Gaza, it doesn’t just mean someone died — it means someone died because of this conflict. It means someone paid the price for decisions made far away. It means someone was taken too soon, for no reason they could control.
And yet the world continues as if this is normal. As if losing 59 lives in one night is just part of the cycle.
It’s not normal.
It’s not okay.
And if the world treats it like it is, that’s part of the problem.
Gaza has been under siege for nearly two decades. That means no real freedom of movement, barely any electricity, hospitals running on fumes, and a population that’s over 50% children. Every war — every so-called operation — sets the place back even further. The walls close in, the dust never settles, and grief becomes a daily routine.
Right now, families are digging through collapsed buildings with their bare hands. They’re carrying the dead through broken streets. They’re comforting children who have seen more death than joy.
And where is the world?
Condemnations. Statements. Promises of investigations.
But no one is stopping the bombs.
The question isn’t whether or not you support one side or the other. The question is: How many more? How many more people have to die before the world decides their lives were worth protecting?
Fifty-nine more Palestinians were killed today. They won’t be the last. Not unless something changes — not unless we all stop looking away.