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Washington continues to perfect its double crimes in Yemen, shattering the calm of Sana’a evenings with its airstrikes.
On Saturday evening, it committed yet another crime by targeting a civilian home near the Lebanese Hospital in the Yemeni capital—an outrageous assault on a citizen’s house and a terrorizing act against patients lying peacefully in their hospital beds.
Beneath the feet of this grieving husband crumble the slogans of humanity that Western regimes—chief among them the United States—have falsely praised. He searches through the rubble for his wife, after his young child miraculously survived.
Meanwhile, his mother-in-law watches the scene with a trembling heart, praying to God that her daughter is pulled alive from beneath the stones.
The child cries, calling for his father to rise from the rubble he stands on, while a friend urges him to wait until civil defense teams arrive to remove the debris.
A scene that captures the brutality of American hegemony against a simple Yemeni man—neither a Houthi leader nor a military figure, as some try to justify these crimes. And even if he were, he is, before anything else, a Yemeni.
A scene that strips away the last vestiges of humanity from those among us who justify such blatant American aggression.
What happened is part of the American assault on the 14 October neighborhood in the Al-Sabeen district of the capital, Sana’a—just another evening among many that American forces bleed with airstrikes.
And for what? Simply because Yemen refused to stay silent about Gaza’s suffering.
That is the heart of the story, no matter how those stripped of their humanity try to cloud the truth with the stench of sectarianism or the rot of regionalism.
These crimes are nothing but attempts to break the will—but they will not succeed, God willing, just as they failed in Palestine, Iraq, and Afghanistan.
Because the truth they refuse to admit is that bombs may kill bodies, but they do not kill the spirit.
Amid the ruins of Sana’a, a man searches for his wife. In the streets of Gaza, a father carries the remains of his child. And the world watches.
But the only difference is—history does not forget… and justice, however delayed, is coming.
