One of the worst things I faced in this massacre was that when we went to bury the martyrs in the cemetery, we would meet a group that introduced itself as preparing the graves and would start haggling over paying 1,500 shekels for the grave, and they would refuse to give up 800 shekels on the pretext that they paid more to prepare the grave. In the martyrdom of my two sons and their friend, the martyr journalist Hussam Shabat, we faced this matter and were forced to pay. The catastrophe and the greatest calamity, and the moral and ethical decline, and the absence of religious and moral restraint, and no law to govern, made these people dare to violate the sanctity of the dead. They opened old graves, collected the bones

of those inside, dug a hole inside the grave, placed the bones in it, filled the hole, and added new sand. They made people believe that they had prepared a new grave. How could that be, when there is no cement, blocks, or tiles to cover the grave? The blocks in the grave are old, and the tiles are old. Reconstructing Gaza may happen one day, but rebuilding its residents, or whoever God has decreed will survive after the war, is out of reach.