"Yesterday, I unexpectedly met my friend Khader. I was very surprised to find him in southern Gaza because I knew he was in the north. He told me his story, saying:
“ The siege tightened around us, and the bombing became insanely intense. I was running through the streets, and at one point, I stumbled and fell, only to realize I had hit a decomposing human body. Strangely, l just kept running.
They surrounded us in Jabalia, in one of the schools, and stormed in, humiliating us in front of our mothers and wives, and insulting the women and children as well.
They let the women go and took us young men to prison. Every four hours, they would come in and beat us. If you wanted to drink water, you couldn't simply ask; instead, you had to bark like a dog.
Barking was their signal that you were thirsty. I have never seen a place filthier than that, with the ground and bedding all covered in dirt. It was just slightly worse than hell itself. This went on for 20 days before they took me and threw me into the south! ”
I don't know what kind of army this is or what kind of hearts, skins, or minds they have. I often wonder, are they even human like us?