Rafah Under Fire

In the gritty sands of Rafah, a Palestinian city located on the southern tip of the Gaza Strip, a storm’s been brewing, the kind that sets your teeth on edge and has every cat in the alley bristling. This ain’t the first rodeo for anyone who’s spent time in the cauldron of Middle East tensions, but it’s gearing up to be one of the dustiest.

Earlier this week, Rafah, the city that’s become a reluctant host to over 1.4 million souls looking for a sliver of safety, got a taste of hell from above. The skies opened, not with rain, but with the iron hail of air strikes, leaving at least 52 folks not lucky enough to tell their tale, courtesy of the decision-makers who continue to rain down hellfire on the terrorist harboring territory.

Operation: Hostage Rescue

Now, the brass up top, with Netanyahu holding the reins, are talking about taking this dance to the ground.

Rafah’s already on its knees, with every second person you meet having a story that’d turn your stomach, its citizens living in tents and scraping by on the scraps of what once was.

The word from the international peanut gallery is one of caution, waving flags about the humanitarian typhoon that could follow a boots-on-the-ground shuffle in Rafah.