It’s four in the morning. No one sleeps in this disaster area. I don’t even have electricity to see what I’m writing. I just rely on the phone screen to light up the place around me.

The situation is dramatically getting worse – it is frightening and extremely tragic. Entire neighborhoods are annihilated and entire families are executed. The rescue teams with their simple means are unable to reach people to save those alive from under the rubble of the hundreds of airstrikes.

In just one day, a hundred children were killed and two hospitals were bombed. The Ministry of Health says that “Beit Hanoun Hospital is out of service.” It is horrible and shocking. Although we are used to Israeli attacks, this one is the most brutal.

I will never forget the shocked and frightened looks of this child running with his brothers in the corridors of a hospital (see video below). Traces of blood and ashes on their faces, hugging his dog and pleading to everyone and no one that he did nothing, he was just playing with his PlayStation when the house was destroyed on top of them.

He was still able to speak a few words because he didn’t know yet that he lost his mother in the bombing.

I can’t stop thinking about how this child will grow up. About how much pain and anger he feels now and how that will accompany him throughout his life. About how he will adapt to the fact that he was suddenly and violently turned from a child playing in his house and taking care of his animals to another who lost everything: his mother, his home, his toys, his books, and everything he loves. This is the story of one child in Gaza but it’s the same story for many.