Chronicles from hell
Abdulla will not receive my message. Israel killed him
A Personal Chronicle from Gaza Amidst Israeli Airstrikes
Mahmoud Mushtaha Gaza City , 13/11/2023

Abdullah Baghdadi, el día de su graduación como odontólogo. / Cedida por el autor
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“We have no life, no dreams, no hope. We are dying with every Israeli airstrike on us. If we survive this airstrike, our relatives, friends or beloved ones might have been killed by this airstrike”. My friend texted me this via WhatsApp after I lost contact with him for days.
I replied to him: “This pain and suffering will end soon”. Until now he has not received this message and he will not because Israel killed him. Israel killed my friend Abdullah Baghdadi.
The feeling of losing your friends and relatives is unbearable and I can’t describe it.
I don't know why someone like Abood, a very peaceful and ambitious person, was killed by Israel. He graduated from dentistry just a few months ago. I still remember his broad smile while standing on the graduation stage.
I still remember his mother hugging him tightly and saying “My son is a doctor”. Studying medicine in Gaza is not easy at all, as the parents bear a large financial burden, but Abdullah’s parents only cared about seeing their son wearing the doctor’s uniform and being proud of him. But Israel killed the dream of Abood's parents!
We are living in the middle of a nightmare right now with our eyes wide open as Israel drops bombs all over Gaza and is obliterating entire blocks of houses and killing hundreds in a single strike.
Right now, I am living in a flat with 39 members. Can anyone imagine this? Can anyone imagine how our life is going on right now? Simply, I just need the world to know that we don’t have clean water, we are drinking salted water.
In the search for these essentials, Israel targets bakeries and water tanks, resulting in the suffering of 2.3 million in the Gaza Strip. I believe that we will die from hunger and dehydration if we do not die from Israel's bombs.
In the past, we were concerned that Israel would kill our loved ones or even kill us or destroy our homes the next day, and now we are concerned that the next day will come and we will not have food to eat. All bakeries in Gaza City are closed. We depend on one meal a day.
We die in silence. If you are injured, you cannot call an ambulance to save you, and if you are lucky and remain alive under the rubble, you cannot call Civil Defense, so you will also die under the rubble, in pain and suffocating.
Yesterday, I spoke with my friend, and he told me that his only hope, if Israel bombed their house, would be that he and his entire family would die. He does not want to remain alive so as not to suffer from the loss of his family, and he does not want to remain under the rubble to die slowly. He and his family are praying to die together all at once.
As I wake up every morning, I say to myself that perhaps today the war will come to an end and the bombing will stop, however, this day has not yet come in that I have not seen that day.
In Gaza City, thousands and dozens of individuals have chosen not to leave the city, refusing to endure a second Nakba. Abandoned by the world, we confront massacres, Nakba, killings, genocide, thirst and hunger under the Israeli occupation forces.
Nevertheless, amidst the diverse forms of death in Gaza, we persist in our efforts to live and dream. Our dreams have been constructed, and we are determined to see them through to fruition!
I wrote this story in the hope that I may be able to convey something about the suffering of my people. Perhaps I will find someone who reads the story and shares it. I have always been accustomed to writing the stories of others, but I never imagined that one day I would write my own story.
“We have no life, no dreams, no hope. We are dying with every Israeli airstrike on us. If we survive this airstrike, our relatives, friends or beloved ones might have been killed by this airstrike”. My friend texted me this via WhatsApp after I lost contact with him for days.
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