Once the war ends, Hamas knows its fate is sealed. Not by Israel. By Gaza. A permanent ceasefire means one of two things: either the people of Gaza kill Hamas, or Hamas kills Gaza. No coexistence. Just a reckoning.

There’s a seething fury inside Gaza - building, boiling, waiting. Families, factions, survivors all know the truth: they were dragged into a suicidal mission that brought no liberation, no state, no future. Just endless death. All so Hamas could serve the ideological fever dreams of a regime hundreds of miles away in Tehran, not the people under their control.

And to the naïve protestors in New York, London, Berlin: wait till the smoke clears. You’ll see what happens when Gazans are finally left alone with those who “defended” them. You’ll witness the rage, the score-settling, the reckoning.