@koshercockney So why has Isreal murdered so many Christians in Palestine? There used to be about 12% of the population now it is just over 1% and the latest atrocity was bombing the Greek Orthodox Church that has been there since the third century. Strange friend?
@mhdksafa Well Ellon Musk can go to Gaza and see for himself if Netanyahu lets him in? Do people in Gaza just like camping and haven’t really had their homes blown up?
@DrCaseyBabb There needs to be an inquiry into October the 8th Egypt warned Isreal twice. Isreal’s defence was ordered to step down for hours. Rescue teams didn’t come for four hours even though it was just over 30minutes travel. The people were fired on from above, Hamas don’t have that.
@G11asgow @HenMazzig I believe they claimed a calendar was the link. The whole building in bombed to bits and this remains intact. They think we are stupid.
@HenMazzig They could have given them better boats than that if they owned them? What a lot of pish. One of them is the conscience that has been repaired after Isreal attacked it. Why do they tell so many lies?
@PeterStefanovi2@UNGRIPP They are matching the scandal with the I.D. Cards linked to the son of Tony Blair Ewan set to make him as much money as the IPP. This nepotism has to end. From all political parties.
I have written a book ✍️ titled "Pages from a Tent in the Gaza War", and now I’m sharing with you the thirtieth day from this book.
Day Thirty – The Storm Over the Tent
Tonight, a heavy storm hit Gaza. The rain poured down relentlessly, drumming on the thin roof of our tent like a thousand tiny fists. The wind howled, threatening to rip the fabric apart, and water began to seep in from the corners, soaking our blankets and clothes.
Imad clung to me, frightened by the thunder, while Yara tried to keep Adam dry, wrapping him in every piece of cloth we had. We worked together, holding the tent poles, stopping leaks with our hands, praying that it would hold through the night.
By morning, everything was wet — the ground, our clothes, even the little food we had left. Yet somehow, we were still together, still standing.
That day, I understood that war is not the only thing we are fighting. We fight the cold, the rain, the hunger, the despair — and every time we endure, we prove that we are stronger than all of it. Even the storm could not wash away our will to survive.