Pretty happy?
It depends who's doing the writing. I could do another interpretation of what's in the video :-
The skyline is a jagged scar of crumbled concrete and twisted steel, where mosques, their domes cracked like eggshells, stand as hollow relics of a city pulverized by war. Sewage snakes through the streets, pooling in bomb craters, a foul testament to a place stripped of its lifelines—no running water, no electricity. Above, the relentless whirr of drones and military helicopters hums like a predator’s pulse, a constant reminder that the sky itself is hostile.
Makeshift tents, patched together from torn tarps and splintered wood, cling to the roadsides, housing families with nothing left but resilience. Shops are a memory, their storefronts rubble. This is a wasteland now, where the only commerce is survival—people sift through the debris, salvaging scraps of clothing, shattered furniture, anything the destruction spared.
No gunfire cracks the air today, no flags stake claims in the dust. There’s no visible defiance, only the quiet desperation of survival. Men, women, and children shuffle through the wreckage, faces gaunt, clutching buckets to fetch water from stagnant pools or distant, perilous sites. Those who have not been killed yet, and can move, do so. The others—the wounded, the trapped—lie silent beneath collapsed roofs and heaps of stone, unseen while the stench of their rotting hangs heavy in the air.
The Israeli onslaught hasn’t relented. Shells still rain down, buildings still collapse, and the drones overhead keep watch. This isn’t a city anymore; it’s a battlefield where life hangs by a thread. The people here don’t fight—they endure, scavenging, fetching water, doing all that’s left in a place where the infrastructure of life has been erased.