A year and a half ago, an unidentified young man was rushed into the operating room, hovering between life and death.
We didn't know his name, and no one with him could identify him.
An exploding bullet had pierced his skull, causing a severe brain hemorrhage, comminuted fractures of his skull bones, and a portion of his brain tissue protruding.
The operation lasted over three hours under conditions no surgeon in the world would wish to work in.
But first, she had survived something worse: famine.
This is a Story of SUMUD (صمود)—the Arabic word for steadfastness. The kind that doesn't ask for pity. The kind that keeps going when there is no food, no home, and no hope.
Meet one of Dr. Ahmed AlKahlout's patients in Gaza.
A mother. Displaced. Her home destroyed. Living through a brutal famine that made even a single grain of flour a dream.
When a young man arrives at the hospital unidentified, with a bullet exploded in his brain, no CT scan available, and no anesthesiologist to be found for three hours — the world might say there is no hope.
