The young man, Ahmed Abu Rashid, mourns “his father, his mother, his older brother Ramzi, his wife and children, his brother Mahmoud, his wife and children, his sister Umm Qais, her husband and children, his sister Sahar, his grandmother Umm Fathi, his aunt Alia, his uncle Fouad, his wife and children Musab, Bilal, and Rahaf, and his uncle’s wife Umm Ahmed and her children Aya, Islam, Sama, Youssef, and Muhammad.”

All these people are still buried under the rubble. And now, specifically, are we still debating the name: war or battle? And what can we expect from this annihilation other than annihilation?

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الشاب أحمد أبو راشد
ينعي “أباه وأمه وأخاه الكبير رمزي وزوجته وأولاده، وأخاه محمود وزوجته وأولاده، وأخته أم قيس وزوجها وأولادها، وأخته سحر، وجدته أم فتحي، وعمته علياء، وعمه فؤاد وزوجته وأولاده مصعب وبلال ورهف، وزوجة عمه أم أحمد وأولادها آية وإسلام وسما ويوسف ومحمد.”
كل هذا العدد لا يزال تحت الأنقاض، والآن تحديدًا، هل لا زلنا نختلف على الاسم: حرب أم معركة؟ وهل نرجو من هذه الإبادة غير الإبادة؟
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