My name is Mia Schem, and I’m here to share a story that will shake you to your core. It’s been over a year since my life took a horrific turn at what should have been a fun dance party. Instead, it became a nightmare that still haunts me today.
The Nova Music Festival Massacre
What started as a night of music and celebration quickly descended into chaos. Hundreds of young people, including myself, were in the middle of a bloodbath. Gunshots rang out, bodies fell, and before I knew it, I was shot at point-blank range. My arm was nearly ripped from my body, hanging by a thread and bleeding profusely.
The air was filled with screams of terror as people were brutally murdered and raped around me. In the midst of this horror, I watched helplessly as my best friend was kidnapped right before my eyes. Little did I know that it would be the last time I’d ever see him alive.
50 Days of Captivity: A Hostage’s Nightmare
Drugged and disoriented, I was thrown into a car with seven Hamas terrorists who were ecstatic about their “catch.” For the next 50 days, I endured unimaginable suffering. Alone in a dark room, I sat with unbearable pain in my untreated arm while a terrorist pointed a gun at my head.
The most shocking part? Not a single humanitarian agency came to my aid. Where was the Red Cross? Where was the UN? My arm was getting worse by the day, yet no one demanded access to help us.
The Tunnels of Gaza: A Living Hell
On the 50th day, I was lowered into what I can only describe as the tunnels of hell. Crammed into a small cage with five other Israeli women, we sat in darkness and silence, guarded by armed terrorists.
When I finally returned home, I needed life-saving surgery on my arm. It’s been over a year, and the UN hasn’t lifted a finger to free the remaining hostages.
A Plea for Action: Bring Them Home Now
To the United Nations, I ask: Why do you even exist if you won’t stand for us in our darkest moments? What good are your resolutions, debates, and empty promises if the sick, elderly, mothers, and children are left to rot in terror tunnels?
I stand here as living proof that hostages can still be saved. Right now, 136 people are underground with no air, no light, and no hope. My friends are still held by monsters, and my heart remains captive in Gaza.
The Time for Action is Now
I demand that you bring them all home now. Be human. Find some morality. Find some courage and speak up. Help us bring them home.
This isn’t just about politics or resolutions. It’s about real people suffering unimaginable horrors. Don’t let them become another statistic. Act now, before it’s too late.
