Between the pain of loss and the joy of reunion…
Ali Al-Jaafrawi and his father welcomed their mother back to Khan Younis after her cancer treatment journey in Egypt. She was also reunited with her son Naji after more than two and a half years of separation.💔🇵🇸
For three long years, fear was the only thing falling from the sky.
Now, colorful balloons float down instead.
Children are no longer running away they’re running toward hope.
One simple balloon carries their entire childhood dream: just to stay alive. 🎈
Children in Gaza are trying to create moments of joy despite the war, at a small entertainment project set up in Nuseirat camp, after being deprived of playgrounds and amusement parks for the past three years due to destruction and blockade.
“On the first day of Eid al-Adha…
She sat beside his grave, crying in heartbreak,
Speaking to the soil as if it could hear her:
‘Where are you, my brother? Eid is no longer Eid without you…’
He went searching for food for his hungry siblings,
Even Eid in Gaza… wears black.” 💔
“عيدٌ بلا ملامح..”
في خان يونس، لم تبدأ تكبيرات العيد من المآذن، بل بدأت من تنهيدات الأمهات فوق المقابر. أمهاتٌ استبدلن معايدة الأبناء بالبكاء على شواهد القبور، يستحضرن أصواتاً وملامح خطفتها الحرب.. عيدٌ يكسوه الغياب، وأمهاتٌ مثقلات بالفقد.
On the first day of Eid al-Adha, mothers of martyrs wept beside their sons’ graves in the cemeteries of Khan Younis, recalling their faces and voices taken away by war.
They stood before the graves with hearts heavy with grief, in an Eid overshadowed by loss and the absence.
From the heart of Gaza, from the very soil that smells of life and resilience... ⚽🇵🇸
Today, a real match took place here.
Not for a trophy, not for points.
Only to thank two human beings whose hearts beat with ours.
In Gaza Strip, 6-month-old Mohammed Al-Masri is fighting for his life after three unsuccessful surgeries for an intestinal obstruction, amid the collapse of the healthcare system and severe shortages of medical supplies.
📌 Here is the line between executioner and hero.
Terror.i.s.t Ben Gvir stands over the handcuffed detainees, saying: “We are the landlords.”
But then a woman tears through the throat of history: “Free Palestine!”✊🇵🇸
For two years, the Al-Aqqad family believed that Aisha Al-Aqqad and her daughter Huda were killed beneath the rubble of their home in Khan Younis. But a photo taken by Israeli soldiers later revealed they were alive after the raid, blindfolded inside a military vehicle.
💔 Two-year-old Salem Al-Najjar is fighting for his life on oxygen support after falling from the third floor when an artillery shell struck near his family’s home in Gaza.
He suffers from severe brain bleeding and critical injuries, amid urgent appeals to transfer him abroad.
BREAKING THE SILENCE 🗞️
During Barcelona’s La Liga title parade, Lamine Yamal lifted the Palestinian flag — unscripted, unannounced, unavoidable. What was meant to be a celebration became a global image of moral courage no camera could ignore.
“Can anyone ever replace the friends we lost?
And does life ever return to how it once was?
Truly, the longing for those who left us has overflowed… leaving us drowning in an ocean of memories.” 💔🥹
Watch how women in Berlin turned Women’s Day into a stand for truth. 🖤
They wore black not for mourning, but in solidarity with the silenced.
Amid photos of martyrs and silent sculptures of children, they chose the right side of history.🇵🇸💔
What should a child carry to school… books or burdens? 🎒
Instead of a backpack full of dreams, this child carries a weight far beyond his strength—just to bring a drop of water home. 💧
Support for Gaza continues — and it must not stop. 🔥🇵🇸
Until the fire of weapons falling on children is silenced, until the siege remains,
until the occupation stands, silence is meaningless. 🚨
Words are not enough.
On World Press Freedom Day, our strength isn’t measured by what we’ve lost—but by the truth we still dare to tell.
We may lose everything, even the dearest to our hearts, but the voice of truth never dies—and we carry it forward.
Our martyrs from Palestine, Lebanon, Iran, and all oppressed peoples are not gone. They remain a living presence in the memory of free hearts.
They fell not to disappear, but so others may rise. Their blood is not an end, but a beginning.