Hamza Hammoud's final stand was the living embodiment of Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah's warning to Israel, just days after the July War began: "You do not know whom you are fighting...You are fighting a people who possess a faith unlike anyone else on the face of the earth."
Crazy that this is getting barely any coverage. This year’s European Press Prize was just awarded to an investigative report by the Dutch newspaper De Volkskrant. It is entitled “What the Wounds Tell” and in it the journalists Maud Effting and Willem Feenstra document the cases of 114 children in Gaza under the age of 15 who were struck by a single bullet to the head or chest. Almost all of them died or were left severely disabled. They chose to document only the cases of boys and girls under the age of 15 (though often much younger: aged 3, 4 or 7) because these are children who can be immediately identified as such. “A single bullet in these parts of the body is a clear indication that these children were deliberately targeted“, the two journalists write.
This is the article: https://t.co/YkZrpqBWBQ
This soon to be groom who was murdered in a bombing by the Israelis in Gaza, made a new tent as his marriage house and on its wall he painted the word Palestine with the names of Palestinian cities, even in their worst conditions Palestinians never forget the homeland
@ work a customer asked me why smth was more expensive than smth else and said "Things that make you go hmmm." And I said omg like the Tumblr blog! And he said what? And I said Like the Tumblr blog!
I see your profile picture. That’s Johnny Cash. My hero too. Arrested seven times. Smuggled 668 amphetamines across the Mexican border in 1965. Took every drug there was and drank like I did. Cheated on his first wife. Slept with more woman than I ever did. Hit bottom in a cave in Tennessee in 1968 trying to crawl off and die. And then he got up. He got clean. He spent the rest of his life singing for prisoners and addicts and the people the country threw away because he knew he was one of them.
That was the whole point of the Man in Black. He wore it for the poor and the beaten down. He wore it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime. He wore it for the ones who never heard a word of Jesus. He wore it for the addicted and the dying. He wore it as a standing witness that no one is past saving.
You picked his picture. You did not pick his message. Try listening to the words.