A War Witness’s Diary: A Doctor’s Testimony from Gaza
Amidst the chaos, beneath the constant sounds of explosions and sirens, doctors in Gaza fight a different kind of battle—one against time, death, and despair. Every day, they face impossible choices, racing to save those they can, prioritizing the ones clinging to life by a thread.
The doctor recounts:
“While treating the endless stream of war victims, we always try to help those whose lives can still be saved—someone needing immediate resuscitation, or a wound that must be sealed to stop the bleeding.”
But there is one moment he says he will never forget. One that tore through his heart more than any injury he had seen.
“I approached a young boy, no older than thirteen, who was severely wounded in the neck and bleeding heavily. I immediately pressed my hand against the wound to slow the bleeding, acting on instinct and desperation.”
What happened next left the doctor in disbelief.
“The child looked at me with exhausted eyes and said words that would shake even the strongest soul…”
“Please doctor, don’t treat me. Let the blood flow. I don’t want to live like this anymore. Please let me die.”
This wasn’t just a plea for death. It was a cry for dignity. A cry from a child whose dreams had been buried beneath rubble, whose will to live had been crushed by siege and trauma.
This boy speaks for Gaza—a place where even children have stopped wanting to survive.
A place where war has stolen not just lives, but the will to live.
They have taken Gaza’s passion for life.
They have made death seem like mercy.
Will the world hear this child?
Will anyone listen when a boy begs to die, not out of pain, but out of hopelessness?
A War Witness’s Diary: A Doctor’s Testimony from Gaza
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