hebrew → English transcript

I'm suffering

Because of this big mess you brought upon us.

I don't eat on the carpet anymore.

If before they gave me a little bit, today there's nothing at all.

It's day and night.

I'm suffering in disgusting filth.

From head to toe.

I have pain in my hands and in my legs.

I can't stand up, go to the bathroom.

I can't manage.

I can't sit down.

I can't live.

I have to get out of here.

You have to stop what you're doing here.

The soldiers of the Saraya

let me watch television.

And they let me see children

dying of hunger, nothing but bones.

With my own eyes, I see their children.

Bones.

This makes no sense and it's abuse.

Abuse of the innocent.

You are not allowed to do this.

You are not allowed to do this.

I'm starting to see you putting poison in my food.

I'm dying.

In my last video, I said

that my next illness is in my blood.

It was from them.

And I was so close to dying.

If it weren't for the soldiers here, I would be dead.

Dead.

You have to get me out of here.

If I stay with you…

What is wrong with you?

Why are you doing this to us?

Bring in some food.

I'm a soldier.

Less than a milliliter of water for the day.

I'm sprawled on the bed, on the mattress.

24 hours a day.

I'm on the verge of death.

And I'm sure

that everyone is like me.

All the other prisoners

are in the same mental and physical state.

I'm sure of it.

And we are living through hellish suffering.

Before, I used to talk with the Zera'ia soldiers.

They would help me with whatever I needed.

Today, the humanity is gone.

Just like your humanity is gone.

Their humanity is gone.

Please return humanity to the Gaza Strip.

Please, bring in some water and food.

I haven't asked for anything.

Three falafel balls are what I ate today.

Yesterday, I ate...

and maybe barely a plate of rice.

I'm not eating and I'm not drinking.

There's simply no food here.

Food doesn't exist.

There is no food to be found here.

For four months now, I've been...

in a state of physical and mental torture.

All day I hold my stomach.

I hold it all day long.

Please, stop this hell

that we are in.

Please, stop this suffering

that we are in.

And I'm begging you.

Begging you.

Don't stop the war.

Continue the fighting.

Continue killing little children.

And starve them cruelly.

That's on your judgment.

And on your conscience.

Not on mine.

Just give us food.

Not for the Strip, it's for the hostages.

Please, bring us food and water, I'm begging.

Take my illness.

Take my illness.

Take my illness.