TEL AVIV – Tread carefully folks, the universe seems to have taken a maddening interest in practical jokes and no, we're not talking about superglue on toilet seats. Local civilians have discovered the joy of walking off a cliff only to find oneself falling from the frying pan into the fire. What we mean by this is quite simple - let us give you the delightful example of the displaced civilians in the Gaza Strip. To set the scene, picture a beautiful day marred by war, residents scurrying here and there, longing for peace as shells fall like faulty rain-checks. Now add to this, a thriving hot-spot, Al-Shifa Hospital, the Gaza Strip's largest, turned recently into a magnet for astray bombs. The irony is so thick here you could cut it with a knife, or maybe a bomb fragment. As Israeli forces demonstrated their relentless pursuit of peace with excessive affection, the displaced civilians found themselves not just in the crossfire but under rocket rain. Yet in a move that has intrigued game theorists and psychologists alike, these brave souls reacted by …. moving yet again. It seems as though the eternal dance of hide and seek between peace and conflict has taken an upgraded form, or as some might term it, an unfair game: a relentless game of musical chairs, but with bomb shelters instead of plastic seats, and falling bombs instead of bad karaoke. Facilities previously meant as a sanctuary for the wounded have quickly transformed into target practice ranges for whiz-bang missiles. Palestinian health officials reported a grim tally for near-misses near four hospitals, including the beloved Al-Shifa. Imagine the scenario: You’ve fled your house, dodged missiles, run towards a hospital seeking refuge, and then realized that somehow, you've actually sprinted towards the epicenter of war. If horror had a sarcastic side, it would probably look something like this. Patients were rudely awakened from their injured slumbers to find themselves in an authentic war zone reenactment, blood, brows, and all. It had all the ingredients of a blockbuster war movie but without the luxury of a director yelling cut when it got too real. In all seriousness folks, amidst this chaos, one video surfaced sharing a spectacle that numbed our collective funny bones. A young girl, draped in smoky remains of what once was her dress, stared into the camera lens somewhere in an outpatient clinic of Al-Shifa. Her look, that of a child who chose the worst time to play hide and seek. So, the next time you feel like you're stepping from a frying pan into the fire, spare a thought for these plucky denizens of the Gaza Strip who just discovered that war isn't merely hell, it's a surreal, bloody limbo. A horrifying ballet they're forced to perform, and the universe, it seems, is a cruel, cruel choreographer.