Cada 8M expongo a mi agresor, he recibido amenazas de muerte pero que no se olvide lo que me hizo ese mugroso que encima trabaja con menores de edad, que nadie pase lo que yo pasé.... por favor si me ayudan a compartir mi post les agradecería muchísimo
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ربما واحد من أجمل الأشياء التي صنعها الإنسان هي الكاميرا. باختراع الكاميرا صار الإنسان قادرًا على فعل شيء لم يتصوره ربما في أكثر أحلامه غرابة: صار قادرًا على الاحتفاظ بمشهد من الحياة، واسترجاعه لا كفكرة في عقله، بل كشيء مادي ملموس.. صار قادرا على حبس لحظة من الزمن للأبد.
Yes, this is Tel Aviv.
For decades, the world has been told a very simple story.
That Israelis are the victims.
That they deserve endless sympathy, endless solidarity, and unlimited military support.
For decades they have presented themselves to the world as the victims.
But I grew up in Gaza, and the reality I saw with my own eyes tells a very different story.
When I was a child, electricity cuts were part of daily life. Darkness was normal.
My grandfather was a farmer.
Every single day he risked his life just to work his land.
Israeli tanks would fire toward him while he was farming.
At night, Israeli bulldozers would cross the border, uprooting trees, destroying agricultural facilities, and flattening farmland that families depended on to survive.
Farmers in our village lived under siege and occupation, struggling to protect their land from being erased overnight.
Meanwhile, just across the fence, Israeli kibbutzim were brightly lit day and night.
Lights blazing even in broad daylight.
Music blasting at night.
For people living in Gaza with constant power cuts, it felt like a deliberate message:
We have power. You live in darkness.
And the harassment didn’t stop there.
At night, there would be gunfire toward homes near the border, terrifying families trying to sleep.
This was daily life for Palestinians living along the Gaza border.
Yet somehow, the world was told a completely different story.
For decades, one side mastered the art of presenting itself as the victim ,while the people living under siege were barely heard.