The Lottery of Death: A Game No One Chose to Play - Hani Almadhoun
Imagine a lottery where no one bought a ticket, yet my family’s name is drawn every day. But instead of wealth, the prize is suffering—a child buried beneath rubble, a mother cradling her lifeless baby, a father bleeding out in the street. A brutal injury, a demolished home, death from the sky, starvation in the dark, the slow suffocation of hope.
There are no winners—only the waiting, the fearing, the unbearable knowing that at any moment, their number could be up. And even those who feel lucky today, who escape by chance, know deep down that they are only living on borrowed time.
And then there are the spectators—the world watching from a distance, some horrified, some indifferent, some debating the worth of Palestinian lives as if they were numbers on a screen. But this is not a show. This is not a game. This is a massacre unfolding in real time, and silence is complicity.
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