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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In the shadows of rubble, where silence screams, Among the broken streets and shattered dreams, They rise, unsung angels in coats of white, In Gaza's dark, they bring a healing light. Through dust and fire, they walk unbowed, Against despair, they stand unclouded. Their hands stitch hope in a world undone, Healing wounds beneath a blood-red sun.
By day they toil where death's shadow lies, With trembling hands and tearful eyes. Each breath they take is a prayer for peace, Each life they save a sacred release. Their tools are love and steadfast grace, In a place where war leaves a lasting trace. Their names may fade, their deeds unknown, Yet their courage carves in stone.
The blue of their scrubs, a silent cry, Against the blackened ash of Gaza's sky. For every child they cradle and mend, They dream of wars that one day will end. But still, the bombs fall, the walls cave in, And yet their spirit won't rescind. For angels don't flee in times of plight, They stand as beacons through endless night.
Unsung, unseen, in a world grown cold, Their stories remain, a legacy untold. In Gaza's veins, they are lifeblood still, Driven by love, unbroken will. Oh, sing for the angels who work the land, With weary hearts and healing hands. In a shattered world, they build anew, A testament to what the brave can do.
