Aisling Kennedy 🇺🇦 🏳️‍🌈

[Aisling Kennedy 🇺🇦 🏳️‍🌈 @aislingdkennedy]

@ori_goldberg I’m so sorry

[Emma Mitchell 💙 @silverpebble]

I'm having a 24 hr flash sale on my upcoming workshops (inc! the one this Saturday):
*20% OFF* both my bird illustration & mental health workshop this Saturday 10th Oct
AND my botanical illustration workshop 7th November:
Learn to draw plants or birds & how creative activity alters our brain chemistry significantly for the better & can be like taking 3 different meds for our mental health:
https://t.co/ZhymEQJfmj

[Emma Mitchell 💙 @silverpebble]

There are still some spaces on my 2 upcoming zoom workshops:
bird illustration & mental health (10 Oct) & botanical illustration & mental health (7 Nov). I teach you how to draw birds or plants & how creative activity alters brain biochemistry to lift mood. Incl 10% off gorgeous materials @presentcorrect & full recording: https://t.co/kPAOqB9K9v

[TalentCoop @TalentCoop]

Horror.
#Genocide.
A people betrayed by the World.

May these poor souls Rest in Peace 💕🙏🇪🇭🕊💫

[Ahmad Chamseddine @Achamsedine]

Cet automne, pour la première fois depuis 250 ans, ma famille ne récoltera pas d'olives au Liban.

Nos 600 oliviers ont été arrachés du sol par l'armée israélienne, racines comprises, et emportés. Les plus vieux avaient 500 ans !

Cette terre, mon grand-père la tenait de son arrière-grand-père. En deux siècles et demi, ma famille a acheté de la terre. Elle n'en a jamais vendu un mètre, pas un seul jour. Chez nous, on ne construit pas sur la terre. On y plante. Ces arbres ont survécu à plusieurs guerres. Ils ont survécu à tout.

Regardez les deux photos. À gauche, notre terre le 25 juin, la veille de la signature de l'accord entre le Liban et Israël. À droite, la même terre le 20 juillet.

Il ne reste rien. Et c’est justement ça, la preuve. Un incendie laisse des troncs noirs debout. Une frappe laisse des cratères. Ici, pas un tronc calciné, pas une souche, pas un débris. Une terre nue, raclée, griffée par les chenilles des engins. Déterrer un olivier de 500 ans sans le tuer demande des pelleteuses, un savoir-faire, des camions et une destination. Ce n’est pas un dégât de guerre. C’est une opération, sur une terre où il n’y avait ni armes, ni combattants, ni présence militaire. Ma famille n'a jamais été liée de près ou de loin au Hezbollah, et elle ne le sera jamais. Il n'y avait que des arbres, et des gens qui les taillent depuis huit générations.

D'après les témoignages qui nous parviennent, ces arbres auraient été emportés de l'autre côté de la frontière, vers Israël.

L'accord signé entre le Liban et Israël, censé préparer la paix, protège les biens des civils. Je demande simplement qu'il soit appliqué : que le sort des arbres déterrés soit établi, que ceux qui sont encore vivants soient rendus. Si nos arbres sont vivants quelque part, ils peuvent revenir. Je ne cherche pas une vengeance. Je cherche une adresse !

J'ai hésité à écrire ces lignes, pour ne pas provoquer des réactions d'un côté comme de l'autre. Mais je refuse de faire le deuil de ces oliviers. Dans ces arbres vit l'âme de mon grand-père, ancien général de la police libanaise, un homme qui a toujours cru dans la paix, dans les humains et dans la lumière. Il taillait ces arbres à mains nues. Il répétait : “on ne vend pas la terre, on la transmet”
Je lui dois de ne pas me taire.

[daniel hanuka📟 🇮🇱 @LionsOfZion_ORG]

🔴 THE WORLD MUST NOT LOOK AWAY

Diana Taherabadi is just 16. The Islamic regime wants to execute her for joining the January protests. Her life now depends on the world paying attention. Share her story. Say her name. Help save Diana.

[Tamer Nahed @Tamer_Alnoaizy]

The World Central Kitchen announced yesterday the complete suspension of its services in the city of Khan Younis and terminated the contracts of more than 150 cooks.

Every short period, it seems to announce a new suspension or the end of part of its operations, as if stability in providing aid no longer exists at all. The meals they provided were the only semi stable source of food for hundreds of thousands of families. Now, services have been halted by nearly 90% across Gaza City.

Today, while distributing water, we passed by one of the food kitchens that used to distribute meals. There was nothing left except a large pot of plain white rice, with no additions no sauce, no vegetables, not even a pinch of salt. I saw hundreds of people men, women, children, and elderly literally fighting over this small amount of rice. They pushed each other, stretched out their hands in desperation, their eyes hollow, and their faces pale.

I saw the anguish in their eyes. I saw the sadness weighing down every step. The world does not fully understand the scale of the tragedy here. Every time an aid organization stops or reduces its services, another part of life in Gaza dies.

My family and I used to benefit from these meals that were being provided, but for many months now we have not received a single meal. I say this not only as an individual case, but as a reflection of a reality that now includes thousands of families who have lost this essential source of food.

I swear to you that what we are living through cannot be described in words. People are not just hungry they are broken. They need more aid, not less. What they have endured is enough; the death that follows them every day is enough.

[Aisling Kennedy 🇺🇦 🏳️‍🌈 @aislingdkennedy]

@CarlBovisNature Gorgeous

[Hasan alrabay @HasanEssam29636]

One of the most painful and heartbreaking images is that of an entire city reduced to ashes, life itself killed in the truest sense of the word.

Gaza in 2023 and 2026

[Hasan alrabay @HasanEssam29636]

One of the most terrifying images in history: a transformation from life to death.

Gaza in 2023 and 2026!

[Cool_Ustaaz ☪ @Cool_Ustaz]

Taleen Saeed, a one month old baby girl, was killed in an Israeli strike during her father’s funeral in southern Lebanon on Sunday.
The tragic incident happened as people had gathered for the funeral, turning a moment of grief into an even deeper loss for the family.
Her grandfather said, “She was born in the war and died in the war,” a line that has deeply moved many people.
The incident highlights the growing toll on civilians, especially children, as the conflict continues to impact innocent lives.

[Aisling Kennedy 🇺🇦 🏳️‍🌈 @aislingdkennedy]

@CarlBovisNature Wow

[Chef José Andrés 🕊️🥘🍳 @chefjoseandres]

We have been told that Gaza’s borders are closed indefinitely. If they stay closed, @wckitchen will run out of food this week. We are cooking 1M hot meals every day. We need food deliveries every single day to feed hungry families who are not part of this war. All the NGOs in Gaza need more food, medicine, medical equipment, fuel, tents, personal care every day. We cannot wait...let the humanitarian trucks go through today! #ChefsForGaza

[Muhammad Mazen @mhmd_s09]

The wife of Dr. Hossam Abu Safieh is pleading with the world to intervene urgently to save his life, asserting that "his only crime was saving the lives of the wounded," and demanding immediate action before he dies in prison.

Don't let this become just another news item; talk about it.

[Drop Site @DropSiteNews]

UNICEF confirmed today that at least 37 Palestinian children have been killed in the Gaza Strip since the start of 2026.

The organization said roughly 90% of schools in Gaza have been damaged or destroyed, leaving more than 700,000 children without regular access to education.

The United Nations also confirmed on Thursday that Israeli forces demolished the UNRWA Jabalya Preparatory Boys’ School, the last remaining school in a compound of six. With its destruction, the entire school complex has now been leveled, according to the U.N.

[Dr. Alaa In Gaza 🇵🇸 @2laa_kamal]

The bombing didn’t stop for a single minute today in Gaza.

Sorry to disturb you. You can keep scrolling now.

[Tamer Nahed @Tamer_Alnoaizy]

I swear to you that the children here are living through a level of suffering no child in this world should ever face. Young children walk barefoot on freezing ground, their small feet cracked and bleeding from the cold. Children only four or five years old, not rare cases, but thousands of forgotten children.

In deadly cold, they wear torn summer clothes that offer no protection. There is no play, no school, and no sense of safety. Their lives are made of fragile tents, fires that barely keep them alive, constant fear, hunger, and exhaustion beyond what they can endure.

Their childhood ended before it ever began. All they know is cruel waiting: waiting for water, for a bite of food, for medicine that may never come, and for the next forced displacement. Their days pass trapped between deprivation and fear.

Thousands have lost their fathers, and the burden of supporting entire families has been placed on their small shoulders. No institution protects them, and no global conscience truly sees them. Every day, we lose one or more children to the cold inside tents unfit for human life. They are not homeless. They are victims of a war that stole their childhood, their dignity, and their humanity.

[Aisling Kennedy 🇺🇦 🏳️‍🌈 @aislingdkennedy]

@yousef_ki1 @twitchyspoonie I’m so sorry

[Tamer Nahed @Tamer_Alnoaizy]

I don’t know if this news matters to anyone in this world, but just a little while ago, a 6 year old child was killed while trying to collect firewood for his family to prepare food. The child was not carrying a weapon, not carrying a bomb, not carrying anything at all. He was completely visible in front of the soldier who killed him. His only “crime” was collecting firewood.

Do you realize this? This is a child, innocent, posing no threat, and yet he was killed as if his life meant nothing. Killing has become easy, and innocence no longer protects anyone here. I saw his father in video clips, and I swear to you, he began to lose his mind; he could not bear the loss of his only child.

Not a single day passes without more martyrs. Everything they call a “ceasefire” is just a trick for the world. Do not stay silent. Write, share, tell the world what is happening here.

[Dr. Ezzideen @ezzingaza]

A doctor friend who came to Gaza with a medical delegation told me he wanted to offer a small act of support to orphaned children.
The word small felt bitterly ironic in a place where even breathing has become heavier than people can endure.

We decided to go together to a school that had recently reopened in Jabalia, in northern Gaza or what is still called a school, because the word itself can no longer carry the truth.

When we arrived, it felt less like entering an educational institution and more like stepping into a chapter from a book about the end of the world.

No walls.
No classrooms.
No blackboards.

Just fewer than twenty tents erected over what was once a children’s playground,
a place once meant for running and laughter,
now repurposed as a shelter for survival,
and a stage where education rises from ashes.

Children sit directly on the ground, as their ancestors once did centuries ago, but while their grandparents learned out of curiosity and hope, these children learn out of sheer necessity to survive.

Small faces scorched by sun and fear.
Eyes older than their years.
Fragile bodies carrying a fatigue no child should ever have to bear.

We asked how many students were enrolled.

The number struck like a bullet to the chest:
1,884 children !!

I thought I had misheard.
I asked again.
The principal repeated it calmly (a calm that felt like surrender ) then opened a thick notebook filled with names.
Names beyond what this space could possibly contain,
and beyond what the heart could bear without breaking.

1,884 children in fewer than twenty tents.
Three shifts a day.
Three hours per child.
Only three days a week.

Even education here has been rationed, fragmented, besieged,
as if knowledge itself requires permits,
as if the mind, too, lives under blockade.

Then we asked about the number of orphans.

We expected a number we could emotionally withstand ..
twenty or thirty … something survivable.

But the number exceeded our ability to stand:

181 orphaned children, in this one school alone !!

181 hearts broken before they could fully form.
181 children returning to tents with no father, no mother, no real roof, no shoulder to lean on.
181 young souls forced to grow too soon, learning fear instead of songs.

One out of every ten children here is an orphan.
One out of every ten carries a void nothing will ever fill.
One out of every ten begins life standing on the edge.

Orphanhood here is not merely the loss of a parent
it is the loss of safety,
the loss of childhood,
the loss of the right to grow slowly.

These children will not grow as they should.
They will grow carrying memories heavier than their ages.
They will grow knowing the world betrayed them early.
And they will carry with them a silent question:
Why us? And why alone?!

And the cruelest truth of all?

This is only one school.
And this is only a fraction of a catastrophe too vast to count.

We no longer count students.
We count orphans.
We measure devastation by the number of children who lost their parents.
We measure the future by the number of hearts broken in childhood.

This is not an education crisis.
This is not a passing tragedy.

This is a crime being committed against an entire generation,
an uprooting of dreams before they are born,
a demolition of a future before it is allowed to breathe.

When we left, there were no words in my chest. only a weight that felt like mourning,
a sorrow unlike any I had known before,
and the realization that we were not standing before a school,
but before a delayed cemetery for children’s dreams.

If 181 orphans exist in a single school,
how many orphans does all of Gaza now carry in its heart?
And how many more childhoods must be buried
before the world understands
that what is happening here
is not a war, but a slow slaughter of an entire people’s future?

#WoundedGaza