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[diyala muir @de_muir]

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[Zo Brown @receipts_lol]

Before they shot and killed him, they sprayed him with chemical crowd control weapons.

This 5 year old child's last minute on earth was being tortured with chemicals designed to induce pain, before he was murdered by IDF gunfire.

The chemicals were from US mercenaries.

[Aamer Rahman @aamer_rahman]

TIME cover from 2003 about ‘remaking’ the Middle East. We’re not exaggerating when we say it’s the same playbook.

[k🐇 @positivelyupset]

how many palestinian, lebanese, and now iranian women is israel going to kill while weaponizing feminism

[Dr. Ezzideen @ezzingaza]

There is no internet.
No signal. No sound. No world beyond this cage.

I walked thirty minutes through ruins and dust. Not in search of escape, but for a fragment of signal, just enough to whisper, “We are still alive.”

Not because anyone is listening,
but because to die unheard is the final death.

Gaza is silent now.
Not with peace, but with obliteration.
Not a silence of stillness, but of smothering.

They severed the last cable.
No messages leave. No images enter.
Even grief has been forbidden.

I passed the corpses of buildings, of homes, of men, some breathing, some not.
All of them erased by the same hand that erased our voices.

This is not a siege of bombs alone.
It is a siege of memory: a war against our ability to say, “We were here.”

The bombing never stopped, especially in Jabalia.
They shell the streets where children beg for food.
They shell the lines where mothers wait for flour.
They shell hunger itself.

No food. No water. No exit.
And those who try, those who reach for aid, are struck down.

People die here, and no one knows.
Not because the killing paused, but because the killing of connection succeeded.

The internet was our final breath.
It was not a luxury; it was the last evidence of our humanity.

Now it is gone.
And in the dark, they massacre without consequence.

I found this faint eSIM signal as a dying man finds a flicker of flame.
I stood beneath a broken sky, risking death, not for rescue, but to send this.

A single message.
A last resistance.

If you are reading this, remember:
we walked through fire to say it.
We were not silent.
We were silenced.

And when the cables are restored,
the truth will bleed through the wires,
and the world will know what it chose not to see.

[Drop Site @DropSiteNews]

NEWS: Israeli settlers and soldiers stormed the village of Hamdan Ballal, Palestinian co-director of the Oscar-winning film No Other Land, and began building a new illegal outpost directly in front of his home.

Ballal had been beaten and arrested by Israeli forces back in March, just three weeks after winning an Oscar in Hollywood.

[Gaza Notifications @gazanotice]

🚨 BREAKING: Israeli forces have killed Dr. Aya Medhat Al-Madhoun in an airstrike, along with her husband and unborn child. She was targeted while providing urgent medical care and humanitarian aid to displaced families in Gaza.

Dr. Aya was known for her tireless commitment to helping the wounded and delivering essential supplies.

[Gaza Notifications @gazanotice]

🚨Injured journalist Dohaa Al-Sayyifi, who lost her three children, her lower jaw, and suffered a severe hand injury, wrote:

“I am the voice that could not be silenced, despite the wounds.”

I am a Palestinian from Gaza — a witness to pain, a survivor of a massacre that stole my three children — Rital, Nour Al-Haq, and Osama — from the embrace of life in a single moment.

I survived physically, my body burdened with wounds, but I live each moment with the shattered soul of a mother who etches her children’s names deep into memory and heart.

With every word I speak, and every letter I write, I carry the pain of my homeland and the voice of my people.
I no longer write merely as a journalist, but as a mother devastated by war, as a human who carries a cause, and as a voice striving to keep Palestinian pain alive in the conscience of the world.

My message is not only a remembrance of loss, but a plea to human conscience:
We are not bombed as numbers — we are names, faces, and dreams stolen by the force of a modern holocaust.

I am the mother of the martyred children — Rital, Osama, and Nour Al-Haq.
I am the wounded.
I am the conscience that remained, when all others died.

Do not ask me to be patient — I am content with my Lord’s will.
But I write, I speak, I document —
Not because I’ve moved on,
But because I refuse to let my children’s names disappear amid the chaos of massacres.

Because I believe those we love never truly die… if their voices stay alive among us.

The pain of loss…
Is not something spoken —
It is carved into the soul, forever”
#GazaGenocide‌

[Dr. Ezzideen @ezzingaza]

I no longer go to the Indonesian hospital.
What foolishness it is, to speak of hospitals in a place where life is no longer preserved but merely postponed. Once, I believed, oh, how bitterly I believed, that the presence of a doctor among the dying was a sacred thing, a last stand against the void. But here, where the void has taken residence in the very walls, what can sanctity do?

The hospital is surrounded now. Not by men, not by soldiers even, but by machines. Drones, humming above like metallic locusts, devoid of soul or pity. They know neither suffering nor mercy, they are the purest expression of obedience without conscience. They circle the building like vultures circling a carcass not yet dead enough.

Two days ago, the ceiling collapsed.
A nurse had just spoken the word “hope.” Then came the blast, and the word hung in the air a moment too long before crumbling with the plaster. ICU monitors, those fragile gods of modern faith, shattered on the floor. One machine let out a long, wheezing beep as it died. It was the sound of resignation. I think I wept, but I cannot recall if it was with my eyes or only in my mind.

And this morning, yes, this morning, as if dawn itself had become ashamed, a drone struck the intensive care unit.
It came like a decision already made.
There was no warning, no negotiation, no fate to plead with.
Just fire.

Patients ran. Doctors ran. The hallway became a river of chaos, but silent, terrifyingly silent. One man dragged his son by the shoulders, blood smearing behind them like a signature of some unseen pact. Another woman collapsed, not from injury but from the sheer weight of choosing which of her children to carry.

Two patients were taken away in an ambulance, if that word still means anything. The rest had already passed into that cold stillness we now mistake for peace.

We still work at the clinic, though I no longer know if it's from duty or habit, or some grotesque need to perform life while surrounded by death. We whisper. We disinfect. We bind wounds that will open again. The scalpel, once a tool of healing, now feels like an accomplice.

At home, the walls speak in cracks. The roof sags under the pressure of memory. The air smells like dust and grief. My mother tapes the broken windows each day with the care of a priest dressing a corpse. My father rations rice with the reverence of a man offering communion.

But outside, outside, it never stops.
The bombing continues with the faithfulness of a priest at prayer.
It does not pause. It does not tire.
It beats like a heart possessed by something inhuman.

And now, the streets.
No, not streets, corridors of exile. Rows of tents like gravestones made of fabric. Children play in the ashes, unaware that they are survivors of a war not yet finished. The army says, Evacuate.
To where?
They do not say. Only: Leave. Disappear. Unbecome.

Famine grows near. But even hunger, with its gnawing cruelty, is familiar. Hunger is intimate. It is ours. What is worse, what is unbearable, is the silence that follows the blast. The silence in which you call a name and no one answers. The silence where meaning once lived.

This is not a war. It is annihilation dressed in the costume of procedure. It is a logic without soul, a godless arithmetic of bodies and coordinates.

And still, still, some whisper that God watches.
I do not know.
Sometimes I think He has turned His face away, not out of indifference, but out of shame.

But if you are reading this, if your eyes have reached these words like a boat reaching a shore you thought unreachable, then for the love of all things holy and damned:

Do not look away.

To look away is to become part of it.
To forget is to bury us before we are dead.
To remain silent is to drive the final nail.

#GazaGenocide‌

[Lemkin Institute for Genocide Prevention @LemkinInstitute]

The Lemkin Institute for Genocide Prevention and Human Security welcomes the scholars, NGOs, media outlets, and large human rights organizations who have spoken out in the past week and have used the correct term – genocide – to describe the horror that Israel is inflicting on Palestians in Gaza. We believe that correctly diagnosing the problem is critical to the creation of a long-term and sustainable peace. We also believe that the consistent and correct use of this term will help guide genocide prevention efforts in the future.

Given that many of the people suddenly recognizing genocide in Gaza are connected with large, respected institutions, such as Human Rights Watch and Amnesty International, some people may assume that it was impossible to responsibly use the term before the present exterminationist pattern. Others may assume that the only genocidal crime committed by Israel is the current man-made famine.

We wish to counter these two false impressions with four facts.

To read the full statement place visit https://t.co/nXTkX3kLvh

[Animate Projects @AnimateProjects]

Please support Emma's last film 'House of Love' and her foundation.

With your support, we can complete the film and launch the Emma Calder Foundation, to celebrate her legacy and help others create bold, independent work in her footsteps.

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[Gaza Notifications @gazanotice]

🚨HEARTBREAKING: Noah Dawood Al-Saqa, a child who celebrated his birthday yesterday, calling it “the best day of my life,” was killed by Israel just hours later in the Altaylandy restaurant massacre in Gaza City.

His dreams and his family’s joy were stolen in an instant.

[gha*da 𓋹 @ghayo0da]

What the UAE just did to the last functioning airport and the “new capital” of Sudan after their mercenary group completely destroyed Khartoum.

What your vacations to Dubai are funding:

[Drop Site @DropSiteNews]

REPORT: Biden Officials Admit They Never Pressured Israel for Ceasefire, as Israeli Leaders Boast of Playing Washington

“God did the State of Israel a favor that Biden was the president during this period… We fought [in Gaza] for over a year and the administration never came to us and said, ‘ceasefire now.’ It never did. And that’s not to be taken for granted.”
—Former Israeli ambassador Michael Herzog:

A sweeping Israeli Channel 13 investigation has exposed the Biden administration’s complicity in Israel’s 19-month war on Gaza. Nine top Biden officials acknowledged avoiding real pressure on Israel—even as the death toll surpassed 30,000. Israeli leaders openly bragged they dragged out the war, playing for time until Donald Trump’s return.

Former National Security Adviser Jake Sullivan, Ambassador Tom Nides, and others defended their unwavering support for Israel—even as they admitted enabling a campaign one U.S. aide described as “killing and destroying for the sake of killing and destroying.”

Here’s what the investigation revealed: 🧵⬇️

[Mosab Abu Toha @MosabAbuToha]

I have to be honest this time and sorry if this is harsh.
I don’t think that me and others posting breaking news and photos and videos of our beautiful families getting crushed under the rubble in their sleep will change anything unless you all, especially in the United States, do something different from last time. Your government is a partner in this mass slaughter. It has always been.
I feel like we, and also you, are starting from scratch. This will not work.
This will not save the children and their parents and siblings who may be murdered while you are reading this. You, Americans, yes, Americans and not only your government, bear the responsibility for these crimes against humanity that we never failed to document both in journalism and art. This country boasts about having the best academic institutions in the world, and that is why you should never run short of of ideas and tactics to counter the brutal justification and fueling of the killing and destruction in Gaza and all Palestine. It is your tax dollars that killed a large number of my family, friends, and students. And it should be you who must end this massive bloodshed.

[frogan @fr0gan]

a new game about the nakba (palestinian displacement) is being developed by rasheed abueideh, a palestinian designer under occupation. his previous game, about the 2014 gaza assault, raised nearly $1M for refugees through unrwa usa. here’s the link to fund this project:

[Moamen Nashwan~Gaza 🇵🇸 @Moamen_Nashwan]

Yesterday, they said the bakeries would open. I stood in line from 3 AM and came back 8 hours later empty-handed. Still hungry—not just for bread, but for dignity, for a normal life, for days without the humiliation of waiting for a piece of bread.

[Prof Zenkus @anthonyzenkus]

To @AOC and everyone who told us this administration was working tirelessly for a ceasefire - we knew you were lying just to get votes.

Masks off. We see the Democrats for who they really are: the party of war and g*noc*de.

[Randa Jarrar @randajarrar]

Writing from her tent in Gaza, chef Mona Zahed shares twenty of her ancestral recipes. Each dish is illustrated by a different artist. Preorder https://t.co/j2K5fJ0TrG

[Katie Halper @kthalps]

Absolute savagery on the part of Israel. Absolute savagery. No other word for it.