These are some of the names and faces of the thousands of civilians Israel stole from us.
Palestinians are not just numbers; they're artists and poets, scientists and doctors, journalists, and so much more.
Israel destroys one of the last residential towers with hundreds of civilian families seeking refugee in and around it.
If this isn’t the definition of terrorism, then what is?
Every word and value you threw at us is in the rubble of Gaza.
They genuinely don't realise what seeing kids being blown into pieces every day for 2 years—and their government arming and supporting it all—has done to people
For over a week, I’ve been sleeping on the road, waiting for aid trucks in hopes of getting a sack of flour.
Every day, I get nothing. Just imagine sleeping one night on a destroyed road Without any cover, waiting for even a bit of flour for your hungry children.
Please, my body is exhausted and broken.
I see hunger consuming my body and my young children’s bodies.
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With a heavy heart and a disappointment words can't describe, I struggle to grasp this cruel reality, where one part of the world lives normally, while the other is buried under slaughter, torment & silence. It's a world divided by pain & indifference.
It’s unbearable, truly. Unbelievable that such horror exists. The contrast between comfort and cruelty feels like a wound that never heals, an inhumanity too vast to comprehend.
I saw a woman today.
No. She was not a woman.
She was a shadow in human shape, curled in the ruins of a kitchen that no longer existed, feeding her infant an empty spoon.
Over and over.
“Eat,” she whispered, as if mercy could be faked long enough to save him.
And the child obeyed. Because hunger makes gods of mothers, even when they have nothing left to give but lies.
This is not famine. This is theology.
This is where faith is tried like meat over flame; slowly, until it screams.
In Gaza, children are not raised. They are rationed. Born between airstrikes, raised under sanctions, educated in silence.
Here, death is no longer a tragedy. It is a statistic. It does not come like a thief in the night.
It comes like the postman; regularly, predictably, professionally.
They send trucks. Not enough. Never enough. Ten thousand people chase one truck, like dogs beneath the emperor’s table.
And the world says, “Why do they fight like animals?”
Because they are starving. Because they are forgotten. Because this was always the plan.
Yes, the starvation is by design.
Not just to kill, but to unmake.
To peel back human skin until only impulse remains. So that one day, when they eat each other, the world may say, “See? We were right all along.”
But I ask you:
If a child starves in the dark, while men argue over borders, and priests preach of patience, and human rights organizations hold another symposium.
What is the value of that child’s life?
Less than your comfort?
Less than your belief in a just world?
If a single child must die for your silence, if one infant must be buried beneath rubble so that your country may have good diplomatic standing, then I say:
Return your progress.
Return your civilization.
Return your peace.
I do not want it.
You say, “This is war.”
No. War ends. This is eternal.
This is the organized execution of hope. And somewhere in the dust, beneath the broken mosques and blood-streaked bread lines, God is watching.
But I do not know if He is weeping, or choking on His own shame.
#GazaGenocide
The biggest lie that happened is the ceasefire agreement in Gaza.
Israel continues to commit genocide against Palestinians in Gaza.
Every day, we are targeted by quadcopters, and every day, there are martyrs.
Don’t forget us.
Laa hawla wa laa quwwata illa billah... 🥹
Diabetes took Mum that year when she almost lost her hand to it, and now our beloved youngest sister is suffering the same fate. We fear losing her or her hand being amputated.
Yaa Rabb, grant her shifah. Please, help us pray for her. 💔