In the small town of Palestine, where the echoes of war reverberated through every home, once lived an extended family of Reem Ali, a young granddaughter. She was the soul of all family members who were still breathing in the war-stricken town of Gaza. As the war unfolded, their family could not even feel a calling to serve their country,for they had nothing to offer but themselves.
This was a strange war—the war against the weak, children, women, and elderlies—who were shuttered in an open-air prison.
The war normally happens between two states. However, in the case of Palestine, a well-trained army is at war with the people who have been denied of all the basic necessities, but still, Palestinians are not ready to hand over their land to the Zionists regime.
Israel strongly believes that this land has been promised to them and they have the divine right to invade it. The entire Palestine, specifically the Gaza Strip, has now become a concentration camp for its inhabitants.
Here, Muslims, with the label of human animals live, people don't enlist their departure as the defenders of their land, but a fodder of the enemies bomb.
To no ones surprised, every one is dumbstruck , the world and especially the champions of human rights shamelessly call this genocide a collateral damage. In response to the Hamas attack, Israel and its allies have been targeting hospitals and refugee camps on the pretext of baseless claims to justify this naked war crime.
"The news of a horrific attack was enough to shake me up. What I witnessed can't be expressed in words," said an eyewitness.
Here is a brief glimpse of the heartfelt love of Grandpa Reem.
Reem Ali: The Soul of My Soul
Her grandpa:
"I found Reem and Thareq sleeping. There are hundreds of dead bodies lying on the ground here. I found them with dust all over them. It looked like they were sleeping. I was asking them to wake up. I fix her hair the way she likes doing it. She is the soul of my soul.
We were waiting for her birthday on December 23. Me and her We have the same birthday. Now I can't. How can I celebrate her birthday? I could never do it alone, without her. Complain only to Allah alone.
Allah only knows the extent of my sadness and heartbreak. And Allah will bring justice."
People like him now have memories of their loved ones , a fragile thread that connects them to the soul of their souls.
I was moved by the story of a young child. I feel myself compelled to harness the dead conscience of the people who support Israel's crime as a right to defend itself. They might find solace in a shared mission to honour the great service of a savage, the biggest terrorist on earth.
In the memory of thousands of innocent children and helpless souls, civil society and sane elements in all countries must raise their voice, take a stand against Israel, and stop Israel from ethnic cleansing of Palestinians.
The world should unite to transform this battle field into a place of unity and support, a loving tribute to the souls of the souls. People of the peace-deprived land, who are paralysed by grief, could discover a renewed purpose in fostering the dreams of the children whose golden years have been snatched. by the beasts in the guise of men.
The soul of their souls, though physically absent, is now flying everywhere in Eden and must have joined the warmth of a community that has no animosity or grudge against anyone. They must be praying that the time will come when the people of their promised land will learn to heal and grow together, proving that even in the face of loss, love has the power to shape the world.
