Time, in days like these, is very critical. It is sometimes all about time. My little brother keeps asking when this war will end, sometimes he asks father about an exact hour. A warning airstrike hits a house in my area in order for the neighborhood to evacuate before leveling the targeted house, two elderly man and woman couldn’t survive because after three minutes they bombed the house as these two were trying their best to walk as fast as they could away from the house. Three minutes wasn’t enough. A 2 hour ceasefire was given to the Red Cross to evacuate injured people after the Al-Shejayea massacre, two hours weren’t enough to pull them all from under the rubble, and time wasn’t enough to save some souls. These 29 days of war felt like 29 years.