By Dr Nasim Hameda
For the past two years,
amid an ongoing war and a relentless campaign of genocide, I
have been present every single moment—inside the hospital,
surrounded by the cries of the wounded, the screams of
children, and the blood of the innocent.
I never left.
Not for a day. Not for an hour.
I worked around the
clock, without pause or rest, pushing through exhaustion,
burying my fear, standing firm in the face of overwhelming
pain and death.
Each day brought a dual
struggle:
The first, inside the operating room, where
limbs were amputated, bones shattered, and children’s
bodies torn apart by brutal force.
The second, deep
within me—as a father—hearing the echo of my
children’s voices in my heart and mind,
pleading:
“Daddy, please stay with us… We’re
scared of the bombing… We need you here.”
And I
would leave them, hiding the tears in my soul, not knowing
if I would ever return—or if I would come back to gather
them in pieces.
I have witnessed things beyond
imagination:
A child’s body dismembered, a mother
embracing the remains of her baby, young men struck down in
their prime, and women clinging to life with unmatched
patience.
And in the midst of this
devastation, I strive to remain steadfast—not out of
strength, but because I chose to be a human being, a doctor,
and a soldier in this battle for
survival.
My only mission is
to save lives, to ease pain, to restore some hope to those
who still cling to it.
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And yet, outside
the hospital walls, I face another fight: the heartbreaking
inability to provide even the most basic needs for my own
children, in a reality shaped by blockade and
starvation.
They ask for little—just enough food to
quiet their hunger, a sense of safety… maybe a piece of
chocolate that no longer exists here.
But more painful
than the bombing,
is the silence of the
world.
This global shame… this false
humanity that preaches freedom and peace—while turning
away from our blood, our suffering, our children’s
screams.
I do not write these words to
seek pity.
I write to remind the world that I am a
human being.
I have the right to live.
I long to
be a father who builds a beautiful life for his
children—not a martyr who leaves them behind.
And
though I do not fear death—I work for the sake of God—I
still love life.
And I ask for nothing more than to be
treated as a human being… because I am one.
And I
deserve to live.
Dr. Nasim
Hameda
Gaza – Palestine
August 3,
2025
