Humanity in coma

In Gaza, families are being brutally erased from existence, while famine strikes those who manage to survive shrapnel injuries. We continue to watch this distressing reality show broadcast live on the international stage while indulging in lavish meals, skipping over scenes that might provoke our emotions.

 Most people have stopped watching; those who remain find themselves numb and weary from counting the blows of pain, fear, and anguish that this outrageous situation brings.

 I apologize for trying to go on with my life while suppressing my feelings upon learning—without witnessing it—that nine children were killed in their sleep. Their father, a doctor, was left in critical condition, and their mother, also a doctor who had treated thousands of civilian injuries, now faces her harsh reality with a shattered heart and one remaining child in the hospital.

 I apologize for trying to maintain my life while witnessing civilians being uprooted and ordered to evacuate what little remains of their homes for "safety zones," even though these zones are shrouded in shame and suffering. Some individuals choose to stay behind and die, attempting to escape the constant heartache and pain of displacement.

I apologize for struggling to regain my faith in humanity, justice, humanitarian law, accountability, and morality, as well as in the belief that all people deserve to live in dignity, regardless of their religion, gender, ethnicity, or beliefs.

 I find solace in Rumi’s adage: "Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself." This journey requires a lot of prayer and self-help books. So help me, God.