Aya was the darling of her parents, the beloved of her mother, and the cherished daughter of her father.
She had just graduated from the first stage of her education at the kindergarten. Aya's presence in any place was always distinctive, igniting the entire space with enthusiasm and playfulness, despite her calmness and good manners, despite her young age. She was, however, highly intelligent and loved to draw. Her drawings, which her mother always made sure to keep so that she could see them when she grew up, used to bring her family and home together.
But the occupation destroyed Aya's drawings and dreams and killed her, along with her only brother Abdullah, on October 17th. Their small bodies remained under the rubble for 29 days.
Ihab Al-Ghussin was the Deputy Minister of Labor in the Gaza Strip.
His colleagues at work describe him as always smiling and having a positive energy in his work environment. He was a young, upright man, dedicated to his work, even in the most difficult times.
When Ihab was diagnosed with cancer, his colleague Diya' Al-Kahlout said, "I approached him several times to resolve issues with journalists, and he did not delay. When he resolved them, he told me about his pain, which was not widely known. I was surprised how he rushed to help someone when he was in a difficult situation."
Ihab's wife and daughter had preceded him in death, and he could not bear their separation. The occupation killed him on July 7.
every airport, every hospital, every school. over 186,000 people dead. 44% of them children. playing soccer, enjoying moments of peace, smiling and laughing. yet ultimately awaiting their inescapable death. this is the Holocaust.
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Northern Gaza is absolutely apocalyptic right now. IOF is carpet bombing people who are EXHAUSTED, SICK, have NO WATER, and are being STARVED. They are fleeing for their lives.
Please, if you can spare anything, pick one of these funds and donate to help people in the North 🧵
I'm sobbing so hard right now. I just got a message from Ibrahim this morning.
They were able to buy a water truck for the community because the GFM I'm hosting 😭 I'm so genuinely baffled /pos
I know this hug very well..
I keep it in my heart before my eyes.
No single day passed without them remembering this hug.
They sanctified their sister more than anyone else did sanctify her.
It was as if they were siblings from fantasy ... from heaven…
I had two angels from heaven!
They were killed by Israel's treacherous, despicable missiles.
And it made me curse them (the missiles) every day.
“Asmaa Maghare, mother of the two martyred children, Aya and Aboud Al-Maghari”
Fuck you all. Fuck your tweets. Fuck your discussions. Fuck your elections. Gaza City is carpet bombed en masse, again. My family, my friends, all Gazans can't even run for their lives, all neighbourhoods are being bombed. Fuck you. Fuck israel.
pleaaaaseeee do NOT stop posting about palestine. keep spreading gfm’s and resources. it’s not hard to spare a couple rts a day or post a couple gfm links! use your platform
“Habiba was an angel with a distinctive, ringing laugh that I loved to hear. She had a tender heart and felt compassion for the birds, setting out dishes of water and crumbs of bread for them. Her room was filled with the musical chirping of the birds at her window every morning. She always wished to be like the character "Snow White," with the birds gathered around her hands and shoulders. Her wish was fulfilled in the gardens of paradise”
The martyr "Habiba Eid Al-Qadr" was a girl who carried a paintbrush, not a weapon. She was a child with many dreams. They deprived me of listening to my beautiful little girl. She was 8 years old and loved art, dreaming of becoming a doctor when she grew up. I always talked to her and taught her about human rights, and we read together about the international conventions on the rights of the child.
She was very aware that she had the right to education, health, play, and a safe life. But the one thing I didn't tell her about was "the right to life," as it was implicitly guaranteed. It never occurred to me that anyone had the right to decide to end or deprive a child of life, not for any fault of their own, but simply because they are a "Palestinian child."
On the night of Saturday, October 14th, the occupying army targeted our home. Moments before the bombardment, Habiba was sitting and drawing. The shelling erased everything. She was injured, and the doctors stitched her wounds without anesthesia due to its unavailability. I screamed a lot and asked everyone if Habiba was okay. Everyone told me she was fine, but my heart was certain that God had chosen my little one.