Hospitals in Gaza face severe challenges due to the ongoing siege, which has profoundly affected the healthcare system. The territory's hospitals are already stretched thin, dealing with an overwhelming demand for services and a consistent shortage...
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Kamal Adwan, a place was once a fortress of healing, Now a scar upon the land of the forsaken, How the winds wail through your shattered halls, Carrying the whispers of anguish, Of lives broken beneath the relentless siege.
Your walls, once white with the promise of care, Now bear the dark stains of war, And your corridors echo no longer with the hurried steps of aid, But with silence—heavy, mournful, and unyielding. What fate has come to pass, That the sanctuary for the suffering becomes a ruin, And mercy itself is left gasping for breath?
The patients who lay, eyes wide with fear, Clutching their wounds, their prayers caught in trembling lips— Now shadows, stories unfinished, Lives cut down as the siege tightened its cold grip. Mothers who cradled their children, Their last lullabies drowned by the thunder of destruction, Fathers whose strength was not enough To shield their families from the shrapnel of hopelessness.
Oh nurses, oh doctors, whose hands knew only the art of saving, How you stood your ground, refusing to leave the bedsides of the vulnerable. You, who defied exhaustion, who faced each day with courage, Now are woven into the fabric of this grief. Your sacrifice will not be in vain, For you are martyrs not only of life but of an undying hope.
Kamal Adwan, your name is spoken now with a sigh, A lament for what has been taken, For the dreams buried under the rubble, For the cries of the dying that met only the indifference of smoke. But even in your ruin, there lies a truth the siege could not claim: The spirit of resilience that ran through your veins, The collective heartbeat of a people who refuse to yield.
What sin was it, to heal the wounded, To bandage the broken, to cradle the suffering? Yet the siege came, with fire and fury, Turning care into chaos, love into loss. And still, Kamal Adwan, you stand in our memory, A testament to the unyielding will of the caregivers, To those who believe in the sacred act of healing Even as the world falls apart around them.
Oh world, where were your eyes, When the siege suffocated even the breath of mercy? When hope was held hostage, and life was a battlefield Where the unarmed stood against the storm? Your silence speaks louder than bombs, And your inaction, a wound deeper than any shrapnel.
But we remember, Kamal Adwan. We mourn not only for your shattered halls, But for the souls who found their end within them, And for those who must now carry forward, With stories of bravery and loss written into their hearts. For in every lament, in every tear shed for you, Lives the vow that your destruction will not be forgotten, And that one day, peace will rise from your ashes.
