“How Many More Gazans Must Die Before the World Wakes Up?”

By Nour Dawood

Standing in the middle of the street in Gaza City’s Al-Rimal neighborhood, I stared at the ruins—buildings that once stood tall, now reduced to rubble or left barely standing. I knew every corner of these buildings, every stone. Not just me, every Gazan did. These weren’t just buildings; they were part of us.

Memories run deep in this place for the people of Gaza. Al-Rimal was once the beating heart of the Strip—a vibrant center of life, now silenced by…