Palestinians being recorded and having their words fed into AI to make sure they don’t acknowledge the world outside their school that is now made out of a collection of tents.
ICE agents stormed Allen Hospital, seized the man they shot and sped him away in unmarked vans while NYPD held back the crowd by force.
This is a state kidnapping in broad daylight. ICE operates with zero accountability. Abolish them now! #ICEOUT
@BureauPolite actually, it's infinitely worse than that, blood is on all of our hands, we are all swimming in a sea of blood, we all failed to stop what should have stopped the world, it's so much worse than what people think, all this theater to avoid defeaning fact that we are responsible
Our first testimony from Gaza.
Somaia El-Swerki was 19 when an Israeli airstrike destroyed her family's home in Gaza City. For three weeks she lay trapped beneath the rubble. Her mother died beside her on the seventh day.
She survived. This is her account, in her own words.
As a teen, S faced a felony charge over a vape pen. 5 years later, that charge—& the routine dehumanization of navigating the criminal legal system—would trap S in her state & force her to give birth. For some, abortion travel bans are already here—we just don’t call them that:
Now that almost all the victims of the surreal scene of a building collapsing on top of its inhabitants in Gaza overnight have been pulled from the rubble, I can’t stop myself from saying that this has been one of my recurring nightmares since 2021, waking me up in the middle of the night multiple times.
Having survived several Israeli attacks, I never had nightmares about being killed.. that doesn’t quite scare me. My worst nightmare is being asleep safely in my bed and suddenly seeing the ceiling collapse, the walls break, and myself falling with my entire apartment to the ground.
In 2021, following Israel’s devastating 51-day attack on Gaza, I interviewed a survivor who had been pulled from under the rubble after an Israeli airstrike. She told me she didn’t hear the bombing when the building was hit, but the moment it was hit, and just before it collapsed, she saw cracks appearing in the wall in front of her. She pointed at the wall and tried to ask her family, “What’s this?" Before she could finish the sentence, she woke up after some time of fainting to find herself trapped under the rubble. She spent hours there before civil defence rescuers reached her.
I documented her story. And ever since, I have relived it multiple times in my sleep.
Throughout the genocide and until now, my brain has woken me up in the middle of nightmares, seemingly trying to save itself from the pressure it was under, giving me an almost real experience of being trapped beneath the rubble.
Over the past few months, however, I have started having a different kind of nightmare. Less chaotic, just one single scene, but equally traumatising.
In a random conversation with the kind of context only Gazans would understand, I spoke to a colleague about it just last week.
I stepped into the office, made coffee and sat at my desk, visibly not in the mood. He routinely asked how I was doing.
“Not in the mood,” I replied. “I had a nightmare.”
“What was it?” he asked.
“I saw a yellow block right on our street corner,” I replied.
“Oh, merciful God. God forbid,” he said.
“Amen,” I replied, and continued with what I was doing.
A moment of silence passed before I laughed: “I just imagined someone abroad listening to our conversation and hearing you react like that to a colleague casually telling you she saw a yellow block in her dream," I told him. "How would they understand your reaction? Would it make sense to the most sophisticated psychologists, unfamiliar with our reality, that dreaming of a yellow block could require psychological support?”
“No one would imagine,” he replied.
And that’s exactly it. No one would imagine, how Israel is effectively perpetrating genocide across every single aspect of Palestinains’ lives.
(*The yellow blocks are concrete blocks the Israeli occupation army places in civilian neighbourhoods to mark what it calls the “Yellow Line". Once residents see a yellow block placed at the doorstep of their homes, they know they have to evacuate immediately because the Israeli army is preparing to flatten the neighbourhood and move the line deeper into Gaza, an area that now cuts through around 70% of the Strip)
🔴 Palestinian child Mohammed al-Zeinati was returning from a Quran memorization class when an Israeli strike hit Civil Defense paramedic Sherif Shadi Lubbad in Sheikh Radwan, northern Gaza City, Shehab News reports.
Mohammed rushed toward Lubbad to help, but an Israeli drone fired a second missile, killing the child as he approached. Lubbad was also killed. The double-tap attack was captured on video.
At Al-Shifa Hospital, Mohammed’s father sat beside his son’s blood-soaked shroud. “May God have mercy on you, my beloved, my hero. I never got to see you grow into a young man,” he cried.
Photo: Shehab News Agency, Healthcare Workers Watch
TRIBUTE TO OMAR BY HIS BEST FRIEND AND THE LAST PERSON WHO SPOKE TO HIM:
If I had to describe Omar briefly, even though I could talk about him for days, I would say he was one of the kindest people I have ever known. He was the perfect mix of friendly, intelligent, kind, and humorous the kind of person whose presence made things better.
Omar had huge dreams for his future. He wanted to pursue cybersecurity, and even at just 16 years old, he was already building professional applications that people with years of experience would struggle to create. His talent was incredible, but what made him truly special was the person behind that talent.
He was always willing to lend a hand and was there for people whenever they needed him. He carried others through their hardships, offered support without expecting anything in return, and always seemed to put the people he cared about before himself. He was genuinely selfless, compassionate, and full of ambition.
Omar had big dreams of doing incredible things with his life and using his skills to build something meaningful. He had so much potential, so much kindness, and so much ahead of him. That is the Omar I will always remember.
@kissphoria i read the ads too fast and skip the struck through part, making them come off as a bunch of triumphantly pro-cancer maniacs. fave is the billboard that (at 65mph) reads "we made his tumor inoperable" + smug grin
From the Old City of Bethlehem, you can see Zionism eating up the Palestinian neighborhoods beyond the wall. To the left is the new settlement in Beit Safafa. For years, liberal used to say building that settlement was a “red line”. But here we are…