When war is declared openly… eyes and hearts are on alert before armies… blood becomes breaking news… rubble becomes a subject of analysis… and people – even geographically distant – feel concerned about what is happening… public opinion erupts… positions are divided… the aggressor turns into an accused under the microscope… the image and narrative become a heavy burden on him… before it becomes a weapon in his hand… the declared war… no matter how brutal it is… is exposed. Herself…

What happened in Gaza in the flood of Al-Aqsa or October 7… was not a passing event… but a cry that broke the thick wall of global silence… and its echo reached within the entity itself… and its society was divided between those who saw it as a war of existence… and those who realized that it was the result of a long accumulation of injustice… so the people and even some official institutions in major capitals came out… not out of emotion alone… but out of a major moral question… how is this amount of killing and destruction justified?!.. and how Marketed as self-defense?!..

But the greatest mistake felt by the Zionist enemy and its allies was not the extent of the destruction, but rather the exposure of the narrative, and the transformation of Gaza from a besieged geography into a compass of global conscience. So it was necessary to take a step back, not from action, but from form. A cessation of war was announced, and the language of promises began… a better tomorrow, reconstruction, stability, and calm… soft words thrown on bright screens… while the reality is… The earth… has only changed in the degree of noise…

Here was born what I might call a war of entertainment and humor… a war without announcement… without press conferences… without red headlines. And urgent… continuous bombing… martyrs in the dozens every day… houses being demolished… neighborhoods being wiped out… but under an umbrella called stopping the war… no one is required to protest… and no one is forced to get angry… the media relaxed… public opinion was preoccupied… and the minds that cheered for the victory were reassured that they were right…

And here lies the biggest deception. The war never stopped. What stopped was the feeling of it. The screaming stopped. The cameras stopped counting and monitoring. The blood turned into a marginal number. This is not a truce. Rather, it is a smart management of massacres and destruction. It is not a victory. Rather, it is a redistribution of pain in small doses. It does not awaken the conscience. It does not provoke the street.

What kind of cessation of war is this, which is measured by the number of military statements and declarations… not by the number of martyrs… and the buildings that are destroyed?!… And what kind of victory is this that is declared… while the cemeteries are crowded… and the flattened areas are expanding?!..

The most dangerous thing at this stage is not the behavior of the enemy alone, but rather the naivety of those who believe that silence is peace, and that the disappearance of the voice means the end of the crime. When war becomes noiseless, it is more capable of continuing, and more cruel to those who pay its price silently.