Like millions around the world, I watched Sha’ban al-Dalou, a 19-year-old student, burn alive as he slept in a tent outside the al-Aqsa Martyrs’ hospital in central Gaza. I’ve seen my people unable to do anything as flames swallowed yet another martyr, another hospital, another set of refugees in tents. I’ve watched Israeli occupation forces in north Gaza prepare what appeared to be a mass grave, outside Indonesian hospital, lining up Palestinian men and boys with their hands tied and eyes blindfolded.
A massacre is being carried out in the shadows of media silence. As a Palestinian, the horror of watching the extermination of people crystallizes into a deep feeling of grief, shame and rage at the loss of humanity. And as a law student, I question the very profession I hope to join.
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