On: Netanyahu orders Israeli army to seize ‘70% of Gaza Strip’, violating ceasefire

The news rattles the bones, even across an ocean. Seventy percent of Gaza. Another bite taken from the land, another turning of the screw. They call it “squeezing Hamas,” but I know what squeezing means. It means the common man, the woman with the empty belly, the child with eyes too old for his years, they are the ones who feel the press.

I’ve seen it, felt it, the slow, grinding weight of power on the powerless. It ain’t about Hamas for them, not truly. It’s about the land, the control, the endless hunger of empire. From the general’s map room, it’s lines drawn, percentages calculated. From the alleyways of Gaza, it’s the specific terror of a door kicked in, the dust of a falling wall in your throat, the cold dread of knowing there’s nowhere left to run.

They speak of “political survival,” this Netanyahu. Survival for whom? Not for the thousands who will be displaced, dispossessed, their meager lives shattered for the sake of a politician’s ambition. The system, it always finds a way to churn human lives into political capital, into territorial gain. It’s not dysfunction; it’s the brutal, efficient design of it all. The body knows this truth, the ache in the joints, the taste of fear. Seventy percent. That’s not a number; it’s a death sentence for a way of life.