سايب كل مشاكل وازمات البلد والملشيات المسلحة والحرامية والعصابات وتجار المخدرات
ولما تنزل فيديو بتفرك بسيارة ولا بتسوق فزبة ولا بتحاول ترجع للحياة وتنسى الحرب بحسسوك انو انتا هيك بتهدد الامن القومي تبع البلد سيبو الناس تحاول تعيش وبكفي حسد وبكفي الي راح. من حياتنا
@_hk_27 طيب انتا شو مشكلتك بالزبط احنا ما بناخد فلوس من حدا وكل خدماتنا مجانية ووين المشكلة لما يكون شب بيعمل 300 الف دولار بالشهر شو الي مدايقك بالزبط وازا انتا بغزة عايش هنعرف نجيب حقنا منك وبشكل قانوني
Imagine fiery barrages, random artillery shelling, warplanes roaring in the skies, total darkness.
Homes shaking like an earthquake.
Children screaming. Adults reciting their final prayers.
No one knows where the next strike will land.
Ambulances can’t even reach the wounded.
This isn’t a movie.
This is Gaza — right now.
The horrors of Judgment Day are unfolding in real life.
#Gaza #gazaunderattck
1:30 AM.
I try to sleep, but the sound of warplanes fills the sky.
I know this sound… it means a strike is coming.
And indeed, within minutes, the night shakes with an explosion.
The target is only 200 meters away.
I hear the shrapnel falling around us, as if searching for a new body to pierce.
I run—like I always do.
I arrive to find the house engulfed in flames.
Fire devours everything. Smoke fills the sky.
The stench of burnt flesh arrives before the scene itself.
Blood covers the ground.
Body parts are scattered everywhere.
The silence of death hangs heavy—only broken by the faint cries of two children, their bodies burned, their skin melted, as if fire had stripped the childhood from their bones.
I look around. There is no survival here…
only a temporary delay of death.
I return to my bed.
Lay my head on the pillow.
And sleep—
as if nothing ever happened.
I don’t know if this is normal… or a kind of sickness.
How did I become someone who sleeps after witnessing this?
How do I live among these torn scenes and still lie to myself that tomorrow might be different?
Where have I ended up?
And who is this person I’ve become?
Young men were just sitting normally in a cafeteria, unaware that their death was near. One missile killed six people as beautiful as roses.
In a moment, they turned from young man escaping the pain of war for an evening gathering, into corpses lying in the hospital.
Our lives have been imprinted with sorrow, death in every form. No salvation, no idea of a safe place free from bombing or a breathing space to escape to!
In a psychological support session with a group of children, I asked them about their wishes. I thought they would wish for peace, returning to school, or playing with new toys.
But their answers were shocking: Maqluba, Knafeh, Kebab, Pizza, and meat.
I realized then that hunger had stolen their imagination, and the simplest foods had become — sadly — unattainable dreams. I saw on their little faces the marks of deprivation and the claws of starvation that had ravaged their childhoods.
I tried to instill in them some psychological resilience, but I knew that talking about coping does not satisfy an empty stomach. So, I focused on listening, being present, and the stories that help keep hope alive.
In such circumstances, humanitarian support must precede psychological support… and sometimes, a child just needs someone to listen without demanding strength from him.
Saeed Mohammed Al-Kahlout
What times are we living in, where a hospital is bombed and destroyed before the eyes of the world?
Just now, the Baptist Hospital was bombed by Israeli warplanes.
At this very moment, American bombs are being tested on the residents of Gaza. Internationally banned weapons are now being tested in the cities of Rafah and Khan Younis. We are living moments that feel like the Day of Judgment.
Schools, hospitals, and shelters are being bombed.
Death is reaching everyone—there is no safe place in Gaza at this moment.
Genocide is affecting everyone.
The occupation is executing a phased plan to displace Gaza’s residents, employing intense bombardment, testing highly lethal weapons, and imposing unprecedented starvation tactics, all under the open political support of the Trump administration. With no pressures to halt the displacement and starvation, the occupation has the freedom to implement its strategies, aiming for the complete surrender of Gazans. The goal is not to topple Gaza but to eradicate the resistance by annihilating its civilian environment. This situation is unprecedented, leaving Gaza isolated in the face of the occupation’s brutality without accountability.
Nothing stops. Since the morning, tanks and warplanes have been tearing everything apart. Relentless bombing with no response, no confrontation—just more destruction. No one asks why all these bombs are being dropped on a place no larger than 30 kilometers, and no one cares about what remains under the rubble. The explosions drown out every other sound, and there is no difference between night and day—only the wait for the next strike.
#GazaIsDying #StopTheMassacre
“A new displacement in Rafah… Will this ridiculous series, in which we are both the heroes and the victims, ever end?! Until when will we remain in this state, in this situation, in this escape?! Until when will we keep running after life, searching for it but never finding it?! Until when will we keep negotiating over a loaf of bread like this?!”
Those who remain in Rafah are trapped.
They either leave from under the tanks of the occupation, facing death or arrest,
or they stay in Rafah, waiting for the tanks and the army to invade.
Have you ever tried being forced between these two choices, with no third option?
Where are those who will save them?
We no longer have a choice in Gaza; death in all its forms has been imposed on us. The intention is clear: the genocide of the Palestinian people.
#GazaUnderAttack