In the past few days alone:

A seaside café filled with children, laughter, and families was reduced to blood and rubble—41 dead.
A school meant to protect the displaced became a grave—36 killed, many of them kids in their pyjamas.
A three-year-old boy, Amr, now lies in a hospital with half his skull missing. He keeps asking for his mum. She died in the blast that also took his siblings. He doesn’t know they’re gone.
Hospitals are overflowing. Parents write their children's names on their arms—in case their tiny bodies are found unrecognisable.
Over 300 killed in 48 hours. Babies dying in food lines. Children buried without names.

This is not just death. This is the slow, deliberate erasure of an entire people.

And yet… 2,700 of you have said: “No. Not in our name.”
That is powerful. That is hope. That is resistance.

But we need more. Because the bombs haven’t stopped.
Because Amr is still waiting for a mother who will never come.
Because somewhere in Gaza right now, a child is crying under the rubble, hoping someone is still listening.

So keep going. Keep signing. Keep sharing.
Because silence is betrayal. And your voice could save a life.

 
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