As a journalist as a witness to the massacres that occur in Jabalia camp in the northern Gaza Strip, I find myself facing scenes of description.The blood of the innocent fills the streets, and the voice of mothers’ screams dug in the heart.The bombing does not differentiate between small and large, and death is chasing everyone.Every picture I take and every story I tell it that it can be described with pain.What I see is not just numbers in the news, but rather the lives of innocent people who are murdered.My role as a journalist is to convey these facts to the world, and to be a voice for those whose mouths are silent and fearful.