Hassan Herzallah
15 March 2026 10:38 GMT

A few days ago, I was walking with a friend through the tents in al-Mawasi, southern Gaza. We were heading to a small cafe I have frequented since my roof became fabric.

The ground beneath us was mud, the winter air heavy, and the faces around us heavier still. We were talking about the formation of the US-led “Board of Peace”, in a phase of the so-called ceasefire that is supposedly defined by stability and reconstruction.

At that exact moment, the sound of an explosion tore through the air. We stopped talking, and I found myself asking: how is this a ceasefire? How can peace be declared while explosions still echo above our heads?

  • SGGeorwell@lemmy.world
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    1 day ago

    No one ever believed there would be a ceasefire. Israel is seeing red mist, and they are genocidal. They won’t stop killing children until someone makes them.