World leaders can make as many statements as they like opposing Israel's actions in Gaza.
Until they end the sale of weapons to Israel, they remain complicit in the mass murder of Palestinians.
Stop arming genocide, now.
Nothing to see here, just Doctors Without Borders saying Gaza is a mass grave and Israel is systematically destroying Palestinian life.
In other words, GENOCIDE.
It's been 387 days. 251,460+ people have been killed in Gaza & the West Bank. 2,574+ people have been killed in Lebanon. 1,139+ people have been killed in Israel.
Keep calling, keep writing, keep shutting shit down: https://t.co/mypOO5QncN
update: the lebanese health minister just announced that israel’s attacks on lebanon led to 1873 deaths and 9134 injured. and the world is still silent.
On this day 24 years ago, the world watched, helplessly, as Jamal al-Durrah tried to protect his 12-year-old son Muhammad from Israeli bullets that rained down on them in Gaza for 40 minutes. Despite pleads, Israeli soldiers intentionally shot Muhammad in the stomach, whose final moments of fear and horror were caught on camera and streamed by France TV, and injured his father.
Muhammad became the defining and haunting image of the Second Intifada.
Israel is using the same script in Lebanon that it used to justify the total destruction and mass slaughter in Gaza because they faced no consequences. US weapons continue to flow and the media continues to whitewash.
Today, my eldest son Faisal turns seven. This child has witnessed more than any child should. For two years, during his father’s absence, he took on his father’s responsibilities. He would go out to buy groceries, and I would wake up to find him washing the dishes. During the genocide, Faisal was sheltered in his own school, the place where he had studied, and he witnessed the aftermath of bombings, seeing the bodies of those who were killed. When we fled to the south, he stood in long lines for water, collected wood and learned how to make fire.
When we escaped to Egypt, Faisal refused to attend school—it had become a symbol of death in his mind. But when we arrived in the US, he went through a short period of therapy and quickly showed signs of healing, even accepting to go back to school. Just three days ago, though, his counselor contacted us to say that Faisal had a panic attack when his friend fell and bled during a football game.
What Faisal has endured is far from normal, and what Gazan children continue to face will never be normal. Today, Faisal turns seven, and it somehow feels more to me. Through it, he remains the rock I lean on in moments of vulnerability, the only one who sees through my smile to the tears I hide. And always offers the warmest hug.
Sometimes, it would feel like he’s been more of a parent to me, teaching me deep emotions I never knew could come from someone so young.
To the one who will always be my safe place and favorite person—Happy Birthday, Habibi. ‘Om Faisal’ will forever be the nickname closest to my heart.