Three weeks after a ceasefire was declared in Gaza, the skies once again burned with explosions that silenced entire families. More than a hundred Palestinians, among them dozens of children, were killed overnight as residential blocks and even medical shelters were struck. The brief illusion of calm was shattered, exposing a grim truth: what has been labelled a ceasefire is little more than a pause between rounds of devastation.

International mediators insist that the agreement remains intact, yet the reality on the ground tells another story. The air still hums with drones, and mourning tents have become a fixture of Gaza’s streets. Officials inside the enclave say that since the truce was signed, violations have been daily occurrences. The notion of peace, they argue, has been reduced to a political slogan used to disguise an ongoing genocidal war against a besieged population already stripped of homes, livelihoods, and dignity.

Food and medical supplies continue to trickle in at a rate far below what is required for survival. Even under the supposed truce, families queue for hours for bread and water, while hospitals operate without basic equipment. Thousands of bodies remain buried under rubble that cannot be cleared because Israel continues to restrict the entry of heavy machinery. Each dawn, survivors dig with bare hands, racing against time and the coming winter.

What is unfolding in Gaza is not peace but a quieter phase of destruction, a genocide repackaged as diplomacy. The world’s major powers praise their own restraint while turning their eyes away from the hunger, grief and ruin that define daily life in the enclave. For Palestinians, the ceasefire has become another word for endurance: the struggle to stay alive while the world debates semantics.