It has been more two weeks.
Seven-month-old Razah Ibrahim sleeps in a room with dangerously cracked ceilings and walls. She wakes up in fright, shudders and cries each time a bomb explodes about 250m away.
Her house is so close to the Palestinian border that one can look across the wire fence and see the homes on the Palestinian side.
The cracks on the wall and ceiling were not there before. They appeared 10 days ago after an intense day of shelling and bombing. All the light bulbs broke into bits.
And a hot iron fragment came sailing into her house compound through one of the open-air areas. Luckily no one got hurt.
The attacks are still continuing. Cease fire was only for a while.
Women and children are the victims. I couldn't barely look at the pictures of the people in pain suffering and tormenting.
Please let it stop. Please.