I Watched Gaza Burn From My Bed by Fatima Zahra Gul

One Poem Only · Sep 10, 2025 · 2m

I Watched Gaza Burn From My Bed

Fatima Zahra Gul

i made tea

while gaza lost internet.

they bombed jabalia

like it wasn’t filled with sleeping children.

like it wasn’t already rubble the last time they came.

al-ahli hospital glowed orange,

not with hope,

but with 471 lives turned to ash

in one breath.

the news called it a “misfire.”

as if that soothed the mothers

pulling body parts from broken prayer mats.

i saw amal and mohammad kneel beside

their dead siblings.

their faces older than their years,

their grief aired live,

then forgotten.

i remember hind rajab.

six years old.

trapped in a car…