A young man from Gaza writes: "The moment they bombed the police station, we weren't looking for camera angles; we were searching for breath amidst the rubble. I went inside, checking on the wounded and the martyrs, and among the ashes, I found it... It was the mobile phone of the martyr Mustafa Adwan. The phone was ringing, and the screen lit up with a name that could shake mountains: 'Mother.' I couldn't answer the first or second time; the sound that would come from that phone carried a weight that mountains couldn't bear. But as it continued to ring, and the calls kept coming, I suddenly felt an earthquake in my chest... The film reel took me back to the darkest moment of my life, when I lost my daughter and my wife and tasted the bitterness and burning pain of that loss. I answered the phone, my heart aching, and defended that mother's heart with all the mercy I possessed, telling her: 'I want to reassure you, your son is fine...' She swore me to God, and the oath was heavy, and the news was too difficult to speak. My human heart couldn't bear any more, so I turned off the phone..." Leaving behind a pain that only God can heal.
May God have mercy on the martyr Mustafa, and may God have mercy on my wife and daughter, and grant patience to the grieving mothers.