I Am the Voice That Could Not Be Silenced, Despite the Wounds

By: Doha Al-Saifi

I am a Palestinian woman from Gaza—a witness to the pain, a survivor of an Israeli massacre that stole my three children:

Rital, Nour Al-Haq, and Osama, all in one moment, torn from the embrace of life.

I survived death in body, though my wounds remain. But I live each moment with the soul of a broken mother,

engraving the names of her children into her memory and being.

In every word I speak, in every letter I write, I carry the pain of my homeland and the voice of my people.

I no longer write as just a journalist, but as a mother shattered by war, as a human being carrying a cause,

and as a voice struggling to keep the Palestinian pain alive in the conscience of the world.

My message is not only a reminder of loss—it is a call to human conscience:
We are not bombed as numbers… we are names, faces, dreams stolen by the force of a modern-day holocaust.

I am a mother of martyrs.
I am wounded.
I am the conscience that remained alive when all others died.

Do not ask me to be patient—I am content with God’s will.
But I speak, I write, I document—
Not because I have healed, but because I refuse to let the names of my children vanish amid the chaos of massacres.

Because I believe: those we love do not truly die as long as their voices live among us.

The pain of separation…
It is not something that can be described.
It is something carved into the soul—forever.

I Am the Voice That Could Not Be Silenced, Despite the Wounds