▲ Dr. Jung Dr. Healing(Global Mental Jockey)

Opening — A Quiet Beginning

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Today, I speak with a heart that trembles—because the stories I carry are unbearably human.

This is not a political speech. It is a human whisper.

A whisper from Gaza. A whisper from Sderot. And a whisper from every soul longing for peace.

Gaza: Children of the Broken Dawn

In the Gaza Strip, the mornings begin with dust instead of sunlight.

Yet among the ruins, children still try to smile—because smiling is their last form of courage.

Some have lost limbs. Some have lost parents. But none of them have lost their longing to live.

One little boy held my hand and whispered, “Will the world ever be quiet for us?”

I had no answer… 

Sderot: Nights Without Sleep 

Across the border in Sderot, the nights are filled with a fear that never fully sleeps.

Two Israeli women told me they live between silence and sirens.

They place their children near the safest corner of the house each night.

They said, “We want our children to dream… but the sky does not let us.”

Their voices were soft, but carried a lifetime of exhaustion.

Shared Tears 

Gaza’s tears and Sderot’s tears fall from different eyes, but they taste the same.

Both are salty like the sea. Both come from the same human ache.

A child crying in Arabic and a mother crying in Hebrew share the same trembling hope:

“Please… let tomorrow be kinder.”

As a Psychiatrist

As a psychiatrist, I have learned that the most fragile wounds are the invisible ones.

The nightmares, the shaking hands, the sudden silence—these speak louder than any scream.

War may break buildings, but trauma breaks the music of the heart.

And healing begins not with medicine, but with someone saying: “I see your pain.”

Quiet Definition of Peace 

Peace is not loud. Peace is gentle.

Peace is a child in Gaza waking up to a sunrise instead of smoke.

Peace is a woman in Sderot falling asleep without listening for sirens.

Peace is not political—it is deeply personal.

Final Words to Gaza and Sderot 

To the wounded children of Gaza: your courage is the world’s unspoken miracle.

To the women of Sderot: your endurance is poetry written in trembling lines.

To both sides, I say this with all my heart:

You are more than this war. You are human. And your humanity is beautiful.

Closing — A Hope That Whispers 

May we all learn to hold each other’s stories with gentleness.

May we become a little softer, a little kinder, a little more human.

And may peace come quietly—like a dawn that finally decides to stay.

Thank you. /Dr. Jung Dr. Healing(Global Mental Jockey)