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There are some videos I wish I could unsee.
But I make myself watch them — because they were filmed to be remembered.
Anas Al-Sharif, my brother and my hero — one of the most courageous journalists in the world — filmed this latest one from inside a Gaza hospital, just after an Israeli and American airstrike bombed Al-Qahera School.
The school was supposed to be safe.
It was filled with families.
They had already lost their homes.
They thought the school might protect them.
It didn’t.
What happened next is unthinkable — unless you’ve been watching Gaza, day after day, the way Anas has.
In the video, a little boy sits on the hospital floor.
No stretcher.
No sedation.
No visible bandages.
His entire left arm is gone — completely blown off.
The boy is awake.
He is breathing.
He is in shock.
Just a quiet, trembling kind of devastation that only children seem to carry when their world ends too soon.
He is sitting there, skin still smudged with dust and ash, barely able to hold himself upright. That’s the part that breaks me.
This is not a battlefield. It was a school.
Let me be clear: Al-Qahera School was not a military target.
It was sheltering displaced families — people who had already fled bombardments in the north and center of Gaza.
They followed Israeli evacuation orders.
They believed international law might matter.
They gathered in a building clearly marked, used by the U.N. and aid groups alike.
And Israel and the United States bombed it anyway.
This is not collateral damage.
It is deliberate civilian targeting.
And the boy with no arm — he’s not an accident.
He’s the result of policy.
And Anas Al-Sharif — my hero — documented it all
I don’t use that word lightly.
But Anas is doing what few people on Earth are willing or able to do:
Film this genocide from inside it.
In real time.
Without flinching.
He’s survived airstrikes, near-misses, and the psychological weight of filming child after child covered in blood, dying in hallways, wrapped in body bags.
But he doesn’t stop.
He shares the names.
He uploads the footage.
He forces the world to look — even if it doesn’t want to.
And he does it at a time when over 200Palestinian journalists have been killed by Israel.
Let me be clear:
Anas Al-Sharif is a target.
But he’s still here.
And his work is sacred.
The boy with no arm should be in school — not in shock.
He should be playing.
Eating breakfast.
Sitting next to his mother.
Learning how to read.
Fighting with his siblings.
Drawing with his left hand.
But now that hand is gone.
And the world is still pretending this isn’t genocide.
What do you call it when children are bombed in their schools?
What do you call it when journalists are hunted for filming it?
What do you call it when the countries that supply the bombs refuse to even watch the footage?
I call it what it is:
State-sponsored genocide.
Funded and protected by the United States.
Enabled by silence.
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And if we don’t carry these stories, they will be buried — just like the people inside that school.
With grief and gratitude,
Shaun
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