Photo: More than seven doctors are drained, all of their energy in the emergency room and resuscitation. They moved between intermittent devices and breaths, and their hearts are hanging with little hope, trying to save the lives of a young child … anonymous, brought with fatal wounds, after his chest penetrated the treachery of treachery while seeking behind the humanitarian aid in the Mirage Mirage area south of Khan Yunis. Long hours of resuscitation, and repeated attempts to stop the bleeding, their hands were fighting and their eyes were overflowing. But God’s judgment was faster. The child Ghazi Abu Shabab was murdered, anonymous, at the beginning, and he reached nothing but a bullet that ended his journey towards a livelihood he was carrying in his intention to his family. In wartime, even doctors are fighting without a weapon facing death with their hearts, and their hands that bleed pain and disability in front of the horror of hunger, death and lethality.