Omar is a medic. The first thing he learned as a medic in Gaza was that pain has no schedule. It does not wait for daylight. It does not heed Ramadan , Eid , or ceasefires. Pain, in Gaza, is as present as the sea — constant, deep, and inescapable.
Omar was 32, married, and a father of two. Before the war escalated in October 2023, he worked at Nasser Hospital in Khan Younis, a modest facility struggling under normal circumstances but vital to the health of the southern Gazan population. When the bombs began to fall with an intensity Gaza hadn’t seen in years, Nasser Hospital transformed overnight into a battlefield of another kind, where death didn’t drop from the sky, but rushed in through the doors on bloodied stretchers.