After a month in a complete coma, he opened his eyes and said, “Dad 💔… Mom 😭.” He did not know that, one month earlier, their bodies had been vaporized by an internationally prohibited missile that tore their bodies apart and threw his tiny body, just a child, 100 meters outside the targeted residential area. My heart broke. My tears soaked his wounded cheeks, and I walked away to continue crying for an entire people who have been annihilated and erased while the whole world watches—and, tragically, has grown accustomed to watching us being slaughtered. For three and a half years, the killing of an unarmed people has sadly become just another thing for the world to watch, except for those whom God has shown mercy. 😭😓 Majd is the last remaining person from a family of 24. The occupation killed every one of them. He survived, but was left wounded, helpless, orphaned, and devastated—a child whose soul grew old before he even reached his third birthday. The photo is from the archive of the days of the siege of Kamal Adwan Medical Complex in northern Gaza. 😭 #WitnessToTheGenocideAndHolocaustOfOurTime #AWholeUnarmedPeople