Gene/Женя, Horse Pirate🐎

have a nice day, I'm also on Bluesky (cossackgene)

[Gene/Женя, Horse Pirate🐎 @GeneKlain]

Cossacks = Russian horse pirates

[so cactus so owl @socactussoowl]

Someone in my Norwegian class didn't know the word for cowboys so called them 'American horse pirates' and I've been laughing about it for about an hour.

[Ihcen 🔻 @ihcentoo]

He says: "Forgive me, mother. This is the path I chose... to help people"

He was found inside a mass grave with a bullet in his head.

[حسام شبات @HossamShabat]

In the last 24 hours, Israeli occupation forces have committed three massacres across northern Gaza. Hossam would’ve been rushing from one scene to the next, documenting every moment. Today, he’s not here to tell the story — so let his voice live on. Keep speaking about Gaza.

[The Book Land @the_book_land]

On his birthday, this picture of Tarkovsky with two birds on his chest should be circulating.

[حسام شبات @HossamShabat]

Gaza is not seeking fleeting emotions or words poured onto screens to soothe guilty consciences. Gaza knows well who stands with it when the cost of standing rises. Do not be deceived — the measure of true solidarity is not merely in words, but in the willingness to sacrifice. And true support does not begin until you sacrifice what you love, not what you can easily spare. Gaza sees who merely consoles it — and who truly stands beside it.

[Guy Oron @GuyOron]

Microsoft workers and their allies are gathering today in Redmond to protest Microsoft’s 50th anniversary and call for an end to the company’s selling of cloud services to the Israeli military.

[Gene/Женя, Horse Pirate🐎 @GeneKlain]

Fyi I am basically not on here now. I come by to check in on Palestinian accounts sometimes and then dip. I'm on bluesky and tumblr and discord, DM if you want to connect on those

[Ghassan Abu Sitta, Chair of Conflict Medicine AUB @GhassanAbuSitt1]

Battling the suffocating sadness borne of being literally drowned in our blood by the genocidal killing machine that is Israel we remember the words of Fanon in Wretched of the Earth 'The settler's work is to make even dreams of liberty impossible for the native' and we continue to dream of a Palestinian tomorrow.

[Hollywood Deals @LocalDingus]

6 decades of hating come to fruition. Beautiful

[أنس الشريف Anas Al-Sharif @AnasAlSharif0]

The airstrikes that hit Gaza tonight were unlike anything witnessed since the beginning of the war.
The attacks were unusually intense, and the bombs dropped by Israeli warplanes caused massive destruction and terrifying explosions that could be heard from miles away.

[Omar Hamad | عُـمَـرْ 𓂆 @OmarHamadD]

Today, I found my teeth breaking, with many fragments falling off, and signs of vitamin D deficiency appearing on my body.

Keratinocytes in the skin need calcium to interact with vitamin D to strengthen them, and as a result, my body has started producing white spots on my skin.

I searched pharmacies for vitamin D and calcium, but I couldn’t find any. With the continued closure of the border crossing and the blockade on goods, aid, and medicine, our bodies are beginning to deteriorate.

Another face of the genocide committed by this criminal occupation.

[Hind Khoudary @Hind_Gaza]

One moment at a time. One day at a time.

[Nabil Al-Tikriti @NabilAlTikriti]

I was twice a Fulbright grantee to Turkey (1996-97, 1999-2000). If I'd been kidnapped like this by plainclothes Turkish government agents, the program would've been shut down for 2-3 years+. If Fulbright doesn't speak out, all respect for its programs abroad will disappear.

[Gene/Женя, Horse Pirate🐎 @GeneKlain]

@Mo7mmd30 Free Palestine, so nice to see you both still here!

[Omar Hamad | عُـمَـرْ 𓂆 @OmarHamadD]

If I Become a Martyr

The soul that inhabits my body has faded,i
 grown weary, nearing its end.
 That soul is no longer what it was—
 every day, I see it trying to escape,
 unable to bear the weight of this sorrow,
 this pain that pierces it like a knife.

If I become a martyr,

Say that I never sold my pen,
 nor tarnished my thoughts
 in the marketplace of deceit.
This chest is bare,
 unable to shield itself
 even from a passing breeze.
 This bare chest is torn apart,
 the cries of children sinking into it,
 shredding it like paper
 beneath the boots of soldiers
 who trample without a thought.

If I become a martyr,

Say that I was not a hero,
 but a beloved child,
 or a sad violin in the street.
From my tent,
 which shields neither from cold
 nor from the sound of my own sobs,
 I no longer care much about my life.
 I no longer dream as I once did.
 I am no longer human.

If I become a martyr,

Say that I was not a hero,
 but I never kissed
 the forehead of disgrace.
We have been stripped of the most precious things—
 our dignity, ambitions, dreams,
 friends, loved ones, homes, children.
 We have been stripped of love and life altogether.

If I become a martyr,

Say that I loved my country,
 with all its violence,
 with all its determination.
And if I become a martyr,
 remember me not as a hero,
 but as someone who never surrendered,
 someone who loved,
 someone who was once alive.

[Hala Jaber @HalaJaber]

They coordinated with the Red Cross. They went in to save lives. Israel executed all 16 of them—ambulance crews, first responders—then buried their bodies & destroyed their vehicles. This isn’t self-defense. This is a war crime. A massacre. And the world is still silent.

[Mustafa Darwesh 𝕏 @MustafaBatneen]

25 days.
This is the longest period that the Gaza Strip has been without supplies throughout the war.

[Gene/Женя, Horse Pirate🐎 @GeneKlain]

@majdal_noor96 Hello! I'm rooting for you, still!

[Gene/Женя, Horse Pirate🐎 @GeneKlain]

@kiiroi_jacket Print at the library!

[Gene/Женя, Horse Pirate🐎 @GeneKlain]

Such a sweet man. A great loss, as every one is a great loss.

[حسام شبات @HossamShabat]

While many knew Hossam as a fearless journalist, there was so much more to him. He was a young man with dreams, with a sense of humor, and a heart full of life. He loved dressing well, even in the middle of chaos, once joking:
“What if I run into a cute girl while reporting? I want to look good!”

Hossam had crushes. He wanted to fall in love, to build a family, to be a husband and a father. He talked about the future like he believed in it — like it was something real and reachable. He wanted more than headlines and frontlines. He wanted soft mornings, quiet dinners, laughter with loved ones.

He dreamed of leaving Gaza someday, saying,
“When this is all over, I’m taking a long break — I want to visit a beautiful country.”
He longed for peace — not just for his people, but for his own soul. A chance to breathe freely, to explore, to just be.

He grew up by the sea and loved seafood deeply. The ocean was part of him — he’d smile and say,
“I love everything seafood — I grew up with it.”
There was something about the water that calmed him, something that reminded him of home, even as the world around him was in pieces.

At night, you’d find him with his headphones on, listening to music — especially Palestinian songs. He’d spend time during the day downloading them so he could escape into melodies once the city quieted down. It was his small form of peace — rhythm in the middle of ruin.

He was pure. He was innocent.
There was a gentleness in him that never hardened, even in war. A softness that stayed untouched by the noise around him. He believed in beauty, in love, in something better. And that is how he should be remembered — not just as a journalist, but as a young man who wanted to live.