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I am currently living in Beit Hanoun, and my house is only 2 kilometers away from the tanks brutally shelling us right now. Bombing is everywhere. We are living in a state of unimaginable fear and terror. The entire town is destroyed — nothing remains but rubble.

I don’t know whether to fear for myself, for our children, or for my elderly mother and father. My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest.

I’ve often wished I had been martyred at the start of the war so I wouldn’t have to endure all of this.

Maybe this time we won’t survive. But honestly, I would rather we all be bombed together, so none of us has to suffer the unbearable pain of losing the other — a pain that has rooted itself deep within us.

This life is utterly unfair and cruel beyond imagination.

I want to end with a message to everyone watching us being killed live on air: remember that we have dreams just like you, and we love life just as you do. But it seems our lives are meant only for death.

Fuck this vile world.

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