To every "pro-Palestine" account on social media and platforms IRL,
We urge you all desperately to drive awareness, action, and material support to the https://t.co/B6DLLWico1 platform and grassroots community initiatives like @sameerproject.
As you might have heard already, WCK has stopped operating in the south of Gaza and the @sameerproject has had to scale down their daily sandwich distributions by 50% due to lack of funding. Family survival appeals have been stagnating like never before (we currently have over 1,445 appeals on our "5R" stagnation list, many with no donations for several weeks or more).
This can't go on like this. If it does, being "pro-Palestine" will no longer mean anything - because no Palestinians will be left in Gaza.
We are all in this together, and we all have to make sure this genocide is stopped in its tracks. That is only possible when people actually provide material support to the Palestinian families desperately trying to survive it.
So in short: get material support to family survival campaigns at https://t.co/B6DLLWico1 and grassroots community initiatives like @sameerproject. Plan, organize & act IRL to make #FreePalestine a reality before it's too late!
One of the most horrifying things happening in Gaza right now something the world barely knows about is that we are now trapped inside an area no larger than 133 square kilometers out of Gaza’s original 336 square kilometers.
More than two million people are crowded into this tiny, suffocating space, creating one of the highest population densities in the world, literally.
But the real catastrophe is not only the lack of space it is that this area itself is no longer fit for human life. Everything around us has become rubble, tents, and destroyed homes. There are no proper schools, no functioning hospitals, no infrastructure, no electricity, and no clean water. People are surviving among destruction, disease, epidemics, hunger, and constant fear.
Every single day we wake up to news that more areas have been taken over, and the space we are confined to keeps shrinking further and further, until it feels like we are being slowly pushed toward complete suffocation. Our homes disappeared inside those areas, and until this moment we know nothing about them, as if our entire previous lives have simply been erased.
The situation here is becoming more terrifying with every passing day. Children fall asleep to the sounds of bombardment and fear, while families live without any sense of safety or stability.
No one knows how long this endless nightmare will continue. What is happening can no longer be endured, and there is an urgent and immediate need for intervention to save more than two million people trapped in conditions no human being should ever have to live through.
The road ends here, when I realized that executing all of us is the “solution” to this problem.
I write, then I am killed, then I rise again, then I am displaced — before the silence of a comfortable world watching our corpses on television, as if my death were a painkiller for their eyes.
They killed us without giving me time to prepare for this massacre. Their silence stretched into my throat until I screamed, telling this world: grant me just one place — I never wished to die.
And those who read my words hung them on the mirrors of their homes. Have I truly died, or have I been trapped inside those mirrors? Every spark of hope shatters between reflection and fracture.
The road ends here when I realized that a small hole called a grave is far wider than the life of a human being in Gaza.
You know, the killing is so relentless that you almost get used to it. A classroom of children killed every single day. You write about it, you read about it. Someone’s mother digs herself up from the rubble. Someone’s father is split in half. There was a video of wounded man using his arms to crawl across the road. Another man is so hungry he weeps. You read the stories. Each one is more brutal than the next and somehow the brutality is banal. You are numb, for better or for worse. But there are moments in the day, maybe just a singular moment, when you actually contend with the magnitude of the tragedy, when you are able to quantify the loss and in those moments you feel crushed—there are no adjectives. There are people mourning their lovers. Students missing their teachers. Orphans. Widowers. Grandmothers who look just like your own. I cry when I think about the people who were martyred just hours before they could apologize for something, or confess to something, or have something to eat. Or the slain who believed they would survive. And as the rancid rotten people of the world pontificate and debate the definition of genocide, you are at war with yourself, trying desperately to ignore the material meaning of the word. You read the news and you read the news and it is so hard to accept that the dead, the thousands of people they are slaughtering, they are your loved ones and your loved ones’ loved ones. This isn’t just a bad dream.
There are 30 humanitarian activists stranded at sea after Israel bombed them and there has been no response to their SOS for over 7 hours.
These people will drown if not rescued all because they tried to bring aid to Gaza.
45 doctors holding prestigious positions and with long, lauded careers under their belt wrote to Biden saying every single one of them saw young children sniped to death in Gaza with deliberate shots to head and chest. Almost complete silence and some of them under death threats
Valerie Tarazi, originally from Gaza, came in second place representing Palestine at the Women's 200m Individual Medley heat 1 during the Paris 2024 Olympics 🇵🇸
“I swim to compete, they [Palestinians] swim to survive.”
This self-incrimination propaganda garbage was written by someone with an IQ lower than room temperature.
1- Nukhba is an elite combat unit in the Qassam brigades, not a cinematic production division.
2- You detained al-Ghoul in March then released him in less than 12 hours. Why didn't you charge him or put him on trial?
3- Allegedly recording operations or training others on recording is NOT sufficient grounds to deem him a combatant & blow his head off.
4- You provide no evidence that al-Ghoul had any affiliation with Hamas other than a "trust me bro" tweet.
5- Thanks for your admission that you deliberately target journalists as a policy. That'll be useful for the ICC.
PS. Israel's gov & media keep mindlessly calling anyone they detain or kill "Nukhba". Hamas has less than 5,000 Nukhba combatants. It's embarrassing at this stage.
I turned 41 today.
For some reason when people used to criticize my unshakeable belief that Palestine will be free, I used to tell them with determination “Palestine will be free, in my lifetime, and by the time I am 40”.
I turned 41 today and Palestine and its people are enduring unbelievable suffering.
Whenever someone told me we must keep alive the hope, I responded, I have something better, I have faith. I am not naive, not a dreamer, but I am a believer. I believe in freedom as the inherent right of all nations and all humans. I believe in diversity as an integral part of God’s plan and as the essence of Palestine. I believe in peace where all children are safe and afforded the right to their childhood.
What is left of these beliefs, of this faith, as an entire people wander the streets from one death to another, as parents hold their motionless children for hours, talking to them, apologizing that they could not protect them, unable to mourn, unable to let go, as children’s bodies retrieved from under the rubble are assembled piece by piece, as we have to establish that we are part of humanity and that we are not lesser beings, that killing us is not acceptable, and that we are entitled to the very basic rights that others take for granted, the right to life, to freedom, to dignity.
What is left of my beliefs confronted with all these horrors? Everything. Against all odds. Everything. Faith does not surrender to reality. It shapes it.
One may retort that all we are doing did not make a dent, that we were not able to save a soul or comfort a mother. And they would be right. And I know my words in these circumstances may appear beyond naive.
And yet, the Palestinian people despite one tragedy after another, one assault after another, the denial of their rights, of their very existence, the attempt to erase them from geography and history, are still here. Not yet free. Still suffering…maybe even more than before. But here, undeniably here, eternally here. And one day or another, one way or the other, this self-evident truth will impose itself to all. The Palestinian people are here to stay. To thrive. To be. To live in freedom and dignity in their homeland.