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🩸 I’ve seen a lot of horror from Gaza. But this image won’t leave my head.
A little child — too young to speak, too small to run — lies wounded on the floor of the hospital.
He’s wearing what used to be a white onesie.
And it’s soaked in deep, dark red.
The kind of blood that means the wound was serious. The pain unbearable. You see him wailing in pain.
He’s still alive.
And I keep asking myself: What did he survive into? Are his parents even alive?
🏚️ These children were victims of a massacre — and they survived
The video was filmed by Brother Nahed Hajjaj, and we thank him for documenting what so many are too afraid to show.
Palestinian journalist Anas Al Sharif, who I consider a hero, confirmed that these children survived a horrific massacre at a home northwest of Gaza City. The house belonged to the Mushtaha family.
They lived through the bombing.
But every child in the video is in shock — blank, wide-eyed, stunned.
They likely suffered traumatic brain injuries.
😡 How is this still happening?
If these were Israeli children, there would be outrage around the world.
Emergency sessions. Headlines. Sanctions. Tributes.
But these are Palestinian children — so the world scrolls past.
No aid gets through.
No ceasefire holds.
No law is enforced.
There are no red lines left. Only red bodies.
📜 What happened here is a war crime
Make no mistake — this is not an accident.
This is not the fog of war.
Attacking civilian homes is illegal under the Fourth Geneva Convention
Injuring children in indiscriminate strikes violates international humanitarian law
Failing to evacuate or medically assist the wounded is a crime under the Rome Statute
But the bombs keep falling.
And the world keeps looking away.
💔 I am not okay after seeing this
I’ve seen burned babies.
I’ve seen families pulling limbs out of rubble.
I’ve seen children holding their own intestines in trembling hands.
But this — this little boy in the white onesie soaked in blood — broke something in me.
Because it was so gentle, so normal, so human — until it wasn’t.
And he lived. But into what?
🛡️ Help us name him. Help us name them all.
This child’s name is not yet known. But his blood is real. His pain is real. His survival is real.
And because of people like you, this platform will carry him.
We don’t answer to advertisers.
We don’t run from pressure.
We speak when others are silent.
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Help carry this child’s image into the world.
Because he lived through a massacre — and now we have to make sure he’s not forgotten.
With heartbreak and righteous anger,
Shaun
