The testimonies coming from the Rafah massacre are terrifying, like scenes from the horrors of Judgment Day.

The Israeli army executed women and children in cold blood, then dumped their bodies on the streets, as if their lives had no weight on the scale of humanity.

A father died during the displacement, and his sons found no refuge but the sidewalk for his body. They continued on their journey, overcome by pain and pursued by the occupier's fire.

A mother laments: “I left my martyred son and ran away… Forgive me, mother, I couldn’t take your body with me.”

A father bitterly recounts: “I was crossing the passage they had opened. I called my children, and they all answered except one. I continued walking, and there he was, lying dead on the ground, in front of me. I couldn’t even carry him.”

Thousands of souls are still trapped in Rafah, and we do not know whether they are among the living or have become numbers in the register of martyrs.