On Genocide, words of sensitive soul who lived through one and breath his last

 Words they capture thoughts, emotions, insights, observation, attitude, perception and when communicated they linger for a while, but a few remain for life. Many books may have been written on Genocide, well researched to create a frame for legally relevant definition, with a smart mind seeking to escape the probable option of being caught in the net and being designated as Genocide.

But beyond the well-researched volumes, when people experiencing genocide write, it is beyond concepts, framework or planned association it is all about humanity as experienced and lived by the writer.

This is a heart wrenching, insightful, soul-searching flow of words from a Palestinian, a journalist caught within the web of genocide and trying to stay alive and be humane.

In the words of Ismail Al-Ghoul, who was killed on July 31 in a targeted Israeli air strike along with his cameraman Rami Al-Rify.

In his words:

Let me tell you, My Friend.

I no longer know what Sleep feels like.

The bodies of Children,

The dismembered body parts,

Images of blood almost never leave my eyes.

The Cries of Mothers,

The tears of Men and their Anguish,

Don’t leave my ears.

I can’t move past the sound of children...

Please listen to, in his words, for you to live in a Genocide for a split of second and to know the pain of the soul of humanity and human race.

Journalist Ismail Al-Ghoul wrote about bearing witness in #Gaza before his killing (youtube.com)