I sleep in a tent surrounded by four other tents, with no distance between us.
One of these tents belongs to a disabled man and his wife. He suffers a lot at night, and once he wet himself because it was too hard for him to reach the bathroom. I hear him calling out, but no one responds. His voice pains me deeply.
The second tent belongs to a young man recently married, who doesn’t know how to talk to his wife because he’s afraid someone in the nearby tents will hear him. You see him all day sitting in sorrow, reflecting, and asking himself: What have I done to deserve such a fate?
In the third tent, there’s a young man and his elderly mother, who walks with great difficulty and has diabetes. He takes her to the bathroom many times during the night. I admire his devotion to his mother; I’ve never seen a young man show such love in all the schools I’ve lived in.
The fourth tent belongs to a family that was very wealthy before the war, but now they have nothing. This genocide has taken everything from them. They try to live and adapt to the harsh conditions, but they are unable to.
As for me, I am a stranger in this place, sleeping in a tent by chance with strangers I know nothing about, but I will leave.
@kleistmeister@caitoz@wil_da_beast630 You have imposed your own interpretation on the poem which confirms your prejudicial thinking towards Palestinians.
Israel wiped out entire families in Gaza. That is the meaning of the poem. No one wants to be left alive when their entire family is killed.
"Israeli soldiers had entered the village. When they neared the school’s playground, they began firing teargas. Mohammad and his friends escaped. He stopped about 100 metres away and stood with his arms folded. Then one of the soldiers fired"
@kleistmeister@caitoz@wil_da_beast630 Your head is up your arse because you're the only one talking about suicide bombing.
And you would do it too, if the family you claim to love were murdered in front of your eyes.
Israel just killed Esperanza in Nabatieh al-Fawqa, South Lebanon.
She wasn’t a combatant.
She was a school principal.
Israel dropped a bomb on her vehicle, murdering her, her husband, and her housemaid instantly.
Israeli soldiers are reportedly torturing Dr Abu Safya --a pediatrician, for God's sake!
Without strong pressure on Israel, these may could be his last hours.
@ICRCPresident@DrTedros
@jonsac@HausdorffMedia@ARC_Conference The bitch says that terms like "occupation," "apartheid," and "genocide," are meant to shut down debate, and then goes on to call it "hamas propaganda."
Only one of the terms I've enclosed in quotation marks is meant to shut down debate. The others are recognized concepts.
@LexiAIexander The Scots were happy to use their strength in the interests of the British empire rather than their own independence.
Braveheart is nothing more than a cheap fantasy.
Iman Darweesh Al Hams, a 13 year old Palestinian girl from Gaza, was shot 17 times by the lDF on October 5th, 2004. He's not even guilty!!!
Sick pathetic behaviour!!!
I am pleased to share my translation of “Long Live Yahya al-Sinwar” by Dr. Ziad Hammad. The short piece was published in the now defunct London-based resistance outlet “Filastin al-Muslima,” vol. 18, no. 7 (July 2000). Authored by a childhood friend of al-Sinwar’s, Dr. Ziad Hammad al-Hasanat, it reflects on the then-imprisoned figure’s leadership, ardor, and charisma. Dr. Hammad completed a PhD at the University of Baghdad’s College of Islamic Studies in 1999 and is currently a member of the Association of Palestinian Scholars Abroad. The full translation is linked in the comments with an excerpt hereafter:
“‘Long Live Yahya al-Sinwar’
by Dr. Ziad Hammad
To my esteemed teacher, Yahya al-Sinwar, currently in the solitary confinement cells of the Zionist enemy’s prisons.
[…]
Now, more than thirteen years have passed since we last saw one another. We last met at the Islamic University, in the early days of the blessed Intifada, at the beginning of December 1987.
[…]
I first came to know you four years before the outbreak of the Intifada, in the precincts of the university, when we, together with many of our brothers, entered student work there. But you were not merely a university student. You were not merely active in the student union. You were not merely working as a builder, erecting brick homes in pursuit of your daily bread. You were also traversing the Gaza Strip from north to south, racing from one task to the other without ever growing tired. You never grew weary. Behind the wheel of your Peugeot 404, you inspired poets, stirred hearts, and roused the indolent and the complacent from their slumber. […]
Today, my thoughts return in sorrow to so many of your brothers and comrades who once walked the path of liberation with you. Some have settled for submission and the comfort of safety, slipping into complacency. Some have been drawn to the ease of life, commerce, and wealth. Some, having abandoned jihad and renounced it, know no homeland except the back rooms of politics. Others have become consumed by money, children, advanced degrees, and the comforts of life abroad. And then there are those who have lost their way altogether.
Yet you remain, O Yahya, together with the heroic brothers at your side, still carrying the torch, bearing the burden of the homeland, paying the price of your love for it with every passing moment of your lives, all for the sake of Palestine and al-Quds.”
IDF monsters laughing as a toddler shakes as it dies with its legs blown off. An archive of horrors upon horrors that shame humankind. Where is the 'Screams Without Words' for this? Where are the special journalist screenings for genocide? Legacy media are Zionist scum
17M views, 172K saves. The era of erasing history is over.
Our grandchildren will know what you did.
Our great-grandchildren will know what you did.
Our great-great grandchildren will know what you did.
This barbarity will be studied for generations.