Demir Parmaklıkların Ardında Gizlenen Çığlıklar
Filistinli tutukluların anlattıkları, yalnızca bir hapishane gerçeğini değil; insan onurunu hedef alan ağır bir baskı düzenini gözler önüne seriyor.
Her gün yeni bir sayım, yeni bir tehdit, yeni bir korku...
Amaç sadece kontrol değil; iradeyi kırmak, insanı kendi kimliğinden koparmak ve onu bir sayıdan ibaret hale getirmek.
Bugün tutuklulara yönelik daha ağır cezaların tartışılması ise endişeleri daha da büyütüyor. Demir kapılar ardında yaşananların üzeri örtülmeye çalışılsa da gerçek değişmiyor:
Onlar sayı değil, hayatları çalınmış insanlar.
Her birinin bir adı, bir ailesi, yarım kalmış hayalleri ve adalet bekleyen bir hikâyesi var.
Dünya susarken, hapishane duvarları daha da yükseliyor.
Dünya görmezden geldikçe, zulüm iddiaları daha da cesaret buluyor.
Sessizlik burada tarafsızlık değil; mazlumun feryadını duymamayı seçmektir.
Unutma...
Bir gün bu duvarlar yıkılacak.
Ama bugün susanların sessizliği de tarihin kayıtlarında yerini alacak.
En Los Ángeles (EEUU), una mujer celebraba la victoria de los Knicks en la NBA, cuando un vecino avisó a la policía por los ruidos... se presentaron 20 policías y fusilaron a su perro, un "peligroso" Golden Doodle, al abrir la puerta de casa.
EEUU, un régimen policial donde te fusilan al perro si chillas en tu casa demasiado alto... la policía no te protege, tú eres quién tiene que protegerse de la policía.
Görüntüler Batı Şeria'nın Nablus şehrine bağlı Hawwara kasabasından,israil askeri Filistin'li genci ailesinin yanında zorla kaçırmak istiyor, genç itiraz edince orada yargısız infaz yaparak katlediyor, dünya, israil terörünü konuşmuyor !
There are moments in Gaza when suffering becomes so ordinary that people stop asking for solutions.
They begin asking only for the smallest relief. A little less pain.
A child who sleeps through the night.
When I entered the clinic that morning, I noticed a young woman carrying a baby so small that I could not tell whether the child was a newborn or simply made tiny by hardship.
When her turn came, she gently placed the baby on my desk and said:
“I want any cream you have.” Any cream. Not a specific medicine. Not a particular treatment.
Just anything.
She uncovered the baby and showed me the severe rash covering much of the child’s fragile skin.
“I treat the baby with whatever free creams I can find in clinics,” she explained.
“Anything helps.”
As she spoke, I noticed something else. The baby was not wearing a diaper. Only pieces of cloth.
I asked why.
“I can’t afford diapers,” she replied calmly. “I wash these and use them again.”
Then she added that they were living in a tent and that her husband had suffered a serious foot injury and was unable to work.
“I’m not asking for much,” she said.
“I only want a cream.”
But what caught my attention most was not the rash.
It was the malnutrition.
The baby was severely underweight. The kind of malnutrition that is visible before any examination even begins.
So I asked the mother whether she had noticed.
She nodded. “Yes, I know.”
Then she said something I cannot forget: “When the baby gets older, things will get better.”
Not because she truly believed it.
But because hope was cheaper than treatment.
And treatment was something she could no longer afford. That was the moment that broke me.
Not the tent. Not the poverty. Not even the illness.
But the fact that this mother had lowered her expectations so much that she no longer dreamed of proper medical care, diapers, or adequate nutrition.
She came asking for the smallest thing she could imagine. A tube of cream.
Any cream.
Something that might make the baby hurt a little less.
The baby could not have been more than five months old.
Too young to understand war. Too young to understand poverty. Yet already carrying both on that tiny body.
There is something profoundly cruel about a world in which a mother’s greatest hope for her child is no longer a better future.
Only a little less suffering tonight.
#WoundedGaza
A CONSTANT NIGHTMARE ✡️
Israeli troops throw grenades inside mosques in the West Bank while people are praying.
The goal is simple:
push Palestinians to their breaking point, then criminalize their reaction.
Israel flattened Beirut in 1982.
No Hamas. No Hezbollah. No October 7 to point to then.
Just 17,000 dead Lebanese and Palestinian civilians.
Even US president then Ronald Reagan, who armed Israel, called Begin furious after seeing a photo of a 7-month-old baby with its arms blown off and said “It is a holocaust”.
They killed so many innocent people that the survivors had no choice but to pick up weapons.
Then Israel had the audacity to keep using “Self-Defense” excuse every decade.
Israel didn’t stumble into endless war. Israel built it. Brick by brick.
Own it.
One of the most brutal scenes in human history has been exposed.
This video shows three young men trying to help an injured person, but Israel bombs them with a missile, killing them all.
A moment the world must never forget.
This footage is 35 years old.
It shows how Israel was treating Palestinians decades ago.
The oppression did not begin on October 7; it has been a reality for generations.
If 9 Israelis had been burnt alive yesterday, they’d have called it a barbaric & savage antisemitic massacre.
When Israel burns alive 9 Palestinians to death, they call it a ceasefire.