
War has a way of rewriting the narratives of those it touches. In this moment, we turn our attention to a heart-wrenching story from Gaza, where amidst the devastation, one journalist rises as a voice of resilience: Mohammed Qreiqeh. As he navigates through immense personal loss, his steadfast commitment to journalism becomes a beacon of truth. Yet his journey is not merely professional; it embodies the essence of human connection and remembrance. What drives someone to bear witness amid so much darkness? For Mohammed, the answer is clear: it’s the necessity of preserving memory when silence can lead to erasure. His role in relation to the Gaza War Tribunal goes beyond reporting; it transforms into a sacred duty.
Through his lens, we glimpse the struggles of individuals or families erased in a single strike. Mohammed’s heartache runs deep, marked by a desire to keep memories alive. Thus, even as he recounts his traumas, we find the urgency of his mission: to expose the truth of what happened in Gaza. This all points us to a profound reality—journalism here is not just a profession; it becomes an act of defiance against forgetfulness. In the words of Qreiqeh, “If we do not tell it, who will?” It compels us to recognize the responsibility that lies in not letting these stories fade away. Each narrative shared not only honors the victims but ensures that the echoes of their lives remain carried forward—imbued with both pain and hope.

A Journalist Shaped by War
Al Jazeera correspondent Mohammed Qreiqeh embodies the spirit of resilience. He does not merely report; he lives the stories he tells. In his interview, he stated, “before being a media professional, I am one of the direct victims of this war.” His life intertwines with his work. Each report carries the weight of his experiences. Qreiqeh started his media journey in 2012, but the current conflict feels different. His home, his family, and his memories all reside in Gaza. The war affects him deeply. It’s not just news; it’s personal.
Indeed, Qreiqeh’s commitment to journalism stems from his profound loss. He believes in the power of truth, especially in such dark times. He realizes that silence can lead to erasure—of stories, of lives. The urgency to document this reality drives him. His voice shakes when he recounts the pain surrounding him. This isn’t just a profession; it’s a mission. He grapples with the question: “How can I not speak for those who can’t?” The answer lies in his unwavering dedication to his craft.
The Last Days with His Mother

In the interview, Mohammed Qreiqeh shared heart-wrenching memories of his mother, Naima. She battled diabetes and heart disease, yet remained by his side. They fled from place to place, never finding safety. “We were displaced more than fifteen times,” he recalled, his voice thick with sorrow. Each move felt like a step deeper into despair. They sought refuge in UNRWA shelters, schools, and even on the streets. Many nights, they lay exposed to danger, vulnerable to the chaos surrounding them. “It was the last look,” he whispered, recalling the moment his world shattered.
Later, survivors confirmed his greatest fear: his mother had not died by chance. “My mother was killed on purpose,” he stated, the truth weighing heavily on his heart. He felt the injustice deeply. The loss of a loved one in such a manner is unbearable. The reality of her death haunts him still. Every moment they spent together feels bittersweet now. He reflects on how love can be both a comfort and a source of pain. The war took everything from him, yet he holds onto her memory fiercely.

A Brother’s Family Erased in a Single Strike
The tragedy did not end with his mother. Mohammed’s brother Karim, his wife, children, and grandchildren also perished. In one devastating night, twenty-eight family members vanished when their home was struck. They had just returned from the south, hoping for a fresh start. Instead, chaos erupted. Bombs fell, collapsing homes, dreams, and lives. Some bodies were never recovered. “They disappeared completely,” he said, his voice trembling with anguish. The brutality of war leaves scars that never heal.
Funerals occurred for some, yet others remained missing. He searched relentlessly through rubble and makeshift shelters. “Internationally banned weapons were used,” he revealed, the anger rising in his chest. He questions why innocent lives suffer. “Why were children under three killed? Why were the elderly killed in their homes?” The answers elude him, leaving a void filled with grief. Each unanswered question adds to his burden. The weight of loss becomes unbearable, yet he continues to fight for their memory.
Hunger, Displacement, and the Struggle to Survive
Beyond the heart-wrenching losses, Mohammed faces daily struggles of survival. He remembers nights spent on cold streets, using concrete blocks as makeshift pillows. Above him, planes unleashed terror, while stray dogs scavenged in the ruins. “I thought I would die,” he admitted, recalling a desperate attempt to find food for his mother. He cycled through danger, risking everything for a few blankets. “It was famine,” he said, the desperation clear in his voice. Now, he grapples with similar challenges for his own children.
His daughter Zina asks for biscuits, but they are nowhere to be found. His son Zain dreams of seeing the sea, yet even short trips pose risks. “What is the fault of my children, and all the children of Gaza?” he questioned, frustration mingling with sadness. The simplest needs remain unmet. He feels the sting of shame when he cannot provide for them. “I cannot provide the smallest thing,” he admitted. This inability to care for his children breaks him the most.

Carrying the Weight of Journalism Under Threats
Despite his grief, Mohammed presses on with his reporting. He buried his mother and returned to work within hours. Colleagues like Wael al-Dahdouh also faced similar losses yet remained committed. For them, journalism transcends mere work; it becomes a lifeline for memory. “We must deliver the message,” Mohammed insisted. “Otherwise, their deaths are erased.” Constant threats loom over journalists, with many receiving warnings of impending bombings. The risks are immense, yet they persist.
Over 220 journalists have died since the conflict escalated. Many brave souls like Mohammed carry the burden of truth. They are the voices of those silenced by violence. When asked how he continues, he simply stated: “It is our responsibility.” These streets belong to them, and so do the stories. “If we do not tell it, who will?” This question reverberates in the hearts of many. His determination inspires others to stand firm in the face of adversity.

Witnessing the Storming of Al-Shifa in Gaza
Among the many dark moments, the storming of Al-Shifa Hospital stands out. Mohammed described being trapped for sixteen hours, surrounded by suffering. Wounded patients cried for water, while soldiers forbade movement. “Imagine sitting for sixteen hours without standing, without water,” he urged. The chaos inside was relentless. Shells fell, shrapnel tore through the walls, and lives ended abruptly. Soldiers inflicted brutality on detainees without reason. The memory of that day haunts him still.
He recalls his last look at his mother, blocked by soldiers. “She shouted, ‘My son, come back, they hit you,’” he said, his voice faltering. Life after such loss feels heavy. Walking the streets becomes a struggle. Hunger drains the strength of many. Children collapse from exhaustion, while the elderly succumb to untreated ailments. “We drink polluted water because we have no choice,” he explained. The reality is grim, yet Mohammed remains a beacon of hope.

Why Gaza’s Stories Must Be Told
For Mohammed, silence is not an option. He has witnessed unimaginable suffering. “This is not only about us,” he asserted. “It is about justice.” Every testimony, every image, and every report serves as a bulwark against forgetting. Journalists in Gaza hold more than cameras; they carry the weight of history. They stand as witnesses for those who can no longer speak. Their stories matter. They remind the world of the reality faced by many.
Mohammed Qreiqeh lost everything: his mother, his brother, and most of his family. He lost his home and peace. After sharing his story, days later, he was taken from us by an airstrike. His duty remained unchanged: to keep Gaza’s truth alive. He believed in the power of memory. Let us honor his legacy by remembering and amplifying the stories of those affected. Thank you for reading, and for choosing to listen. Source
Gaza News

