Our Lady of Blahaj

Every single one. The mother who yelled “my kids died hungry, they didn’t eat”. The names on their arms for identification in case they're killed. The father who carried his dead children's limbs in a plastic bag. The mother who refused to wash the blood off her hands cause that’s all she had left of her children. All the parents who had to put their dead children on display. When the little girl recognized her moms corpse from her hair. Gaza crying out for help through the mosque speakers but no one listened. When children held a press conference in a second language to ask for the bombing to stop. When they killed Reem, the soul of his soul. When they killed both of Julias parents. The mass graves dug up. The surgeon in Gaza who had to do an amputation surgery for his OWN child without anesthesia. The newborn babies who's death certificates were printed before their birth certificate. When they cut off the electricity so incubators couldn’t run so babies stopped breathing. That’s not half of it. There’s so much more. But we won’t forget any of it.