Gaza Under Siege Slowly Dies: The Engineering of Silent Extermination

The world's attention is directed towards Gaza, where the war is not managed solely through bombardment, but through siege, starvation, and the management of slow death. What is happening in the strip goes beyond being a transient military escalation; it has become a systematic policy of silent extermination, covered by false diplomatic labels such as "self-defense" and "reactions".

While the rhetoric changes, the truth remains the same: Gaza is slowly dying under a suffocating siege without oversight or accountability.

In this surreal scene, Benjamin Netanyahu stands as a skilled architect of undermining any hope for survival. He is not seeking to end the war, but to manage death. He weaves the threads of conspiracy with enviable coldness; he seizes the agreement to confine it to its initial phase, then drains it of its substance, and establishes rules of engagement that grant him a blood-soaked sword whenever he wishes: the freedom to bombard, assassinate, and invade.

He was forced into the agreement, and he is now working to sabotage it step by step, through extortion, escalation, and fabricating excuses. From the very first moment, he keeps a basket of obstacles; sometimes through the files of corpses, and sometimes through ambiguous incidents fabricated in Rafah, revealing the falsehood of his claims of concern for his soldiers. His goal was not to recover them, but to sabotage everything.

How can a body riddled with wounds move? The roads, which were once arteries pumping life into the city, have now become veins clogged with rubble and despair.

The matter goes beyond bullets and rockets; it is systematic strangulation. Netanyahu continues to tighten the siege, closing crossings, and turning the Rafah crossing into a deaf wall. He prevents returnees and restricts aid, keeping the strip in a state of humanitarian and economic suffocation.

Here, absurdity reaches its peak. The occupation floods the Gaza market with luxuries; you find chocolate and Nescafé in a surreal scene that exposes the intentions. But in contrast, medicine, basic food, and all the essentials of life disappear. You search for eggs, cheese, meat, and poultry, and find them only at exorbitant prices. Hospitals and pharmacies stand helpless, devoid of the simplest necessities of life: no gauze for a bleeding wound, nor antibiotics for a deadly infection.

There are also no building materials, nor any means of alternative energy. It is a clear message: slow death is permitted, even desired.

In those areas crushed by destruction, where the rubble of houses mingles with the rubble of souls, people are not looking for gourmet food, but for a sip of clean water. Water, this fundamental right, has turned into a distant dream. There is no drinking water to quench the thirst of children, nor water for use to wash the dust of death from tired bodies.

And how can a body riddled with wounds move? The roads, which were once arteries pumping life into the city, have now become veins clogged with rubble and despair. Every cut street is a new chapter in the isolation of neighborhoods, and an additional prison imposed on the survivors.

The scheme was exposed in a resounding scandal. In South Africa, a dilapidated chartered plane landed, carrying 153 Palestinians without papers. They were detained for a full 12 hours without food or drink.

But death does not come only from thirst and rubble; it comes from ignorance and disease. Education has stopped. Schools, the factories of dreams, have either been destroyed or turned into shelters filled with pain. As for hospitals, most are piles of stones, and those that survived stand helpless, watching souls leak away from inability, not illness.

Above all this, economic strangulation comes to finish off what remains. There is no cash liquidity, and the currency in people's hands has deteriorated. Tattered, worn-out bills are rejected by closed banks and traders. The disaster has succeeded in making you poor while carrying money in your pocket; you have cash, but it buys you nothing.

Even tents, this fragile shelter, have become a luxury. The available ones are few, and those that have been set up have deteriorated, leaving families without a roof. Markets are "thirsty" for the simplest essentials, and the Gaza table no longer knows the taste of meat or eggs. We have become isolated from the world, and from each other, even our electronic devices that have broken down find no one to repair them.

Here, the intended message is as clear as the sun: to keep Gaza destroyed, turning it into an environment repelling to humans, and a central force pushing its people towards forced migration.

The scheme was exposed in a resounding scandal. In South Africa, a dilapidated chartered plane landed, carrying 153 Palestinians without papers. They were detained for a full 12 hours without food or drink. Investigations revealed that the dubious "Majd" organization, linked to Israel, arranged the trip. Israeli authorities escorted them from Gaza to Ramon Airport, then cast them into the unknown.

These people did not leave; as the President of South Africa said: "They were expelled".

They realize that a destroyed sector without education, health, or infrastructure, needing years of impossible reconstruction due to the siege, will become a repelling force for its inhabitants.

The entity issued a malicious statement, describing its crime as a "noble policy allowing those who wish to leave to do so". What nobility is there in deceiving families, transporting them without stamps on their passports, so that the return path is cut off permanently?

It is soft, quiet, ongoing ethnic cleansing. They officially close the crossing, making those who think of migration ready to sell themselves for the chance to leave, while managing these networks of displacement as part of their policy.

The occupation relies on the principle of gradualism and testing the waters; if one step succeeds, they apply the next. Their goal is singular: to crush us.

They realize that a destroyed sector without education, health, or infrastructure, needing years of impossible reconstruction due to the siege, will become a repelling force for its inhabitants.

But each time, they miscalculate. Cities may be demolished, stones crushed, roads closed, and currency deteriorated. But one thing does not get destroyed, does not deteriorate, and does not die: it is the will. The will to live rooted in this land, which will emerge anew, like plants sprouting from the rubble.