In the heart of Nasser Hospital, where the gentle hands of Dr. Alaa Al-Najjar once tirelessly tended to wounded children, everything shattered today. Alaa is no longer just a doctor — she has become a symbol of a human tragedy that defies comprehension. Today, she did not receive young patients in pain to nurse them back to health — she received the lifeless bodies of her own children, one after another, martyred beneath the rubble of relentless bombing.
Yahya, Rakan, Ruslan, Jubran, Eve, Revan, and Sayyedin Hamdi Al-Najjar — seven innocent souls, seven blossoms cut down in treachery, seven dreams crushed beneath the ruins of their home.
What kind of catastrophe can a mother possibly endure? What kind of heart can survive having seven pieces torn from it all at once?
Dr. Alaa Al-Najjar, once a beacon of light in Nasser Hospital, now lives a nightmare no mind could fathom. The one who spent sleepless nights saving other people’s children never imagined her own would join the caravan of martyrs today.
This aggression knows no sanctity and shows no mercy. It spares neither the innocence of children, the sanctity of hospitals, nor the safety of homes. It erases life indiscriminately and sheds blood without conscience. The cry of Dr. Alaa Al-Najjar is the cry of all of Gaza — a cry writhing under injustice, pleading for an end to these atrocities against humanity.