🚨 Urgent Update
Dr. Hussam Abu Safiya to his attorney: “This is the last time you’ll see me… They brought me here to kill me.”
Recent reports raise grave concerns about Dr. Abu Safiya and the other healthcare professionals from Gaza held in Israeli detention facilities.
PHRI demands the immediate removal of Dr. Abu Safiya from the Rekafet underground security facility and an urgent assessment of his condition by an independent actor, before it is too late.
Adv. Nasser Odeh, who visited Dr. Abu Safiya last Thursday, witnessed what he described as a life-threatening condition. Dr. Abu Safiya reported that, for the past two weeks, particularly since his transfer to Rakefet, he has endured daily violence and beatings.
He also reported a sharp escalation in assaults against him since judicial proceedings concerning his release began last month. According to Dr. Abu Safiya, after a hearing in his appeal at the Israeli Supreme Court, four to five officers entered his cell and beat him across his body with a hammer and batons. He said that similar violence has since become a daily occurrence, causing him to lose consciousness several times over the previous week.
His attorney reported that Dr. Abu Safiya arrived at their most recent meeting with both his hands and feet cuffed and accompanied by masked guards. He observed fresh bruising across Dr. Abu Safiya’s body, including on his head and around his eyes, ears, and neck, injuries so severe that he could barely recognize him.
During the meeting, Dr. Abu Safiya had difficulty breathing and speaking, appeared extremely weak, and struggled to remain seated without falling. On several occasions, he leaned backward, raising fears that he was about to lose consciousness. According to his attorney, he appeared frightened and in severe distress and was afraid to speak freely for fear of further retaliation.
Dr. Abu Safiya and at least 13 other Palestinian physicians from Gaza have been held in Israeli custody for more than 18 months without charge or trial. PHRI calls for their immediate release. Israel’s torture practices against Palestinians in its prisons have already caused at least 105 deaths since October 2023. We call for urgent intervention before it is too late.
- "Were there good moments in captivity? Like what?"
- "When they took him for a day of fun at the beach"
Yesterday, Channel 13: Dani Miran, father of freed Israeli captive Omri Miran, tells Ofira Asayag how his son talks only about "the good things" from his captivity in Gaza.
Muhammad Shehada ..“We’re screaming of a major warning of what’s about to come your way. When you have a media-political class that’s relishing, delighting in the murder of our children, do you think they’re going to care about yours?” 👇
This freed Palestinian prisoner recounts how his hand was broken five times - and each time it began to heal, the soldiers would deliberately break it again, until it became deformed as it is now. He describes the brutal tools used to torture and beat them, especially targeting their wounds and injuries.
I said yesterday that my biggest fear was that Israel uses this deal to get back their remaining hostages and then restarts the bombing and genocide.
And here is the Israeli financial minister confirming that is exactly what he wants:
I have always believed that adaptation is a quiet, treacherous defeat, not the surrender of the body to hunger or of the flesh to cold, but the deeper betrayal, when the soul itself begins to bow before the monstrous, when the conscience grows accustomed to the obscene and no longer recoils. It is the death of the part of you that still has the courage to scream “No” to the world’s abominations. To adapt is to put out your own eyes so that you might no longer see the filth, to gag yourself so you might no longer choke on the stench of injustice.
In the first months of the war, I clung to the madness of resistance. I told myself that my presence in Gaza was accidental, unnatural, a crack in the order of things. I believed I could remain apart, a witness untouched, the voice that refused to join the choir of silence. I would not kneel before this as “reality.”
But then, ah, God the months dragged themselves into years, and reality became a beast with its jaws around my throat. Even the Almighty, if He dared to walk these streets, could not wrestle this beast to the ground. And so, I bent. Not in worship, but like a tree in a hurricane, bending so as not to snap.
The people here have been kneaded into strange shapes by this war, pressed and crushed until they have learned to carry contradictions too grotesque to name.
Today, in the market, I saw them. And I tell you, the sight was like a parable whispered by a madman. From the rubble, dreams had begun to sprout, not dreams as you know them, no, but pitiful, stubborn things, fragile as weeds growing through the cracks of a coffin.
A boy with the solemnity of a priest arranging sandwiches as though he were laying the dead in their shrouds. Another, hunched over a pot of boiling coffee, staring at the steam as though it might speak to him of another life. And a third , God preserve us, churning ice cream, ice cream in this graveyard, as if mocking the very notion of hunger. The ingredients for these absurd miracles had only trickled into Gaza two days ago, like alms tossed to beggars from the window of a speeding carriage.
And yet above it all, the great shadow hangs, another exile approaching, the certainty of yet another uprooting. Every conversation is an accounting of desperation: Where shall we run? By what road? What will we leave to be swallowed by the ruins? But even in that calculation, some mad, irrepressible instinct insists on life.
Only meters from these stalls of fragile hope rise rows of tents, ragged and torn, their canvas bellies flapping in the foul wind. Inside, families lie in heaps, their possessions stripped to the bare bones of existence, a blanket, a pot, the clothes on their backs. The air there is a thick, unholy mixture of dust and sewage that clings to the skin like guilt.
And the buyers in the market, sipping their coffee or biting into their bread, know well there is no comfort here. The destruction closes in like walls without doors. Yet still, there are those, young men, young women, who carve from this darkness little hollows of light, absurd little sanctuaries in which they pretend, if only for an hour, that they are alive.
Is it courage? Is it madness? Or is it the final, pathetic rebellion of a human being, to insist on breathing even when the very air itself is poison?
I do not know if adaptation is the victory of life or the slow treason of the soul. But I know this: here in Gaza, there is no border between life and death. We dwell in their intersection, where joy and grief are served in the same cup, where coffee is sipped beside the still-warm ruins of a home, where hope itself is a crime against the despair the heavens have decreed for us.
And perhaps ,yes, perhaps, that crime is the only holiness we have left.
#GazaGenocide
I’ll never forget that Amazon officials targeted Chris Smalls because they thought he wasn’t “articulate” and it would undermine his fight to unionize, yet whenever he speaks I want to listen. I’m awed by his bravery
"My Dad was freed!"
The joyful cry of the son of freed captive Mahmoud Al-Qudumi (over 22 years in prison) as he rushed to embrace his father, who had been serving a life sentence in Israeli prisons. Al-Qudumi was released today as part of the fourth batch of the prisoner exchange deal.
saja.alami (IG)
This is horrific, my God. Mahmoud, the brother of a good friend, received quite a bit of media coverage for his efforts with the Gaza Soup Kitchen. Almost every person I know donated to the Gaza Soup Kitchen at some point. We all followed the growth of the soup kitchen from day one.
The Israelis are picking off healthcare workers and those who provide food and aid in order to increase the death and suffering of Palestinians. It is a genocidal regime and society that should have no future.
As we all know the MSM are gonna milk tomorrow for all its propaganda value.
So it seems a smart idea to get this meticulous breakdown of what really happened on 10/7/23 doing the rounds again.
Don’t listen to the official narrative it’s LIES!!
There will come a day when the American Empire will pay the fullest price for all the unfathomable bloodshed that it and its proxies have spread throughout this world. May God allow us to witness it with our own eyes.
A Palestinian man in Gaza remains steadfast on his land by building a tent made of Israeli and American missiles. The displaced Palestinian man shows red. media his makeshift tent, adorned with exploded missiles labeled in Hebrew and stamped with “US.”