fazlin 🇵🇸

[Lisa Bonnet ☀️ @Basetsana_Pule]

We found my grandfathers DOMPAS from 1974.

Frame 2? Registered as a Work Seeker, ordered to leave the prescribed area in 72 hrs.

My ears are HOT. This little book has made me so sad. I'm so angry at Apartheid and I will never stop.

[GardenOfBl3ssings @GBl3ssings]

Hi Twitter fam 💚

If you have R20 to spare, please, please consider donating to our Sandwich Drive 🥪

R20 will ensure that one child walks away with a sandwich and a fizzy drink and a cheeky smile on their faces 🌞

Repost for awareness please 🙏🏽

[• @Alhamdhulillaah]

EID TAKBEEEER!!! 📣🔥 Echoing LOUD from the mosques in Gaza that were destroyed by Israel.

You can destroy buildings, but you can't destroy faith.

[Veve @LudidiVelani]

Cape Town is back to regular shootings. In the last 24 hours, 26 people have been shot. The youngest victim is a 13-year-old boy who was shot while playing soccer in Overcome Heights. Two mass shootings (10 + 4 victims) hours apart.

[Dr. Ezzideen @ezzingaza]

There are moments in a man’s life when the world ceases to be a place of logic and becomes instead a courtroom for the soul. Two days ago, in the dim light of our small clinic, such a moment stepped toward me on tired feet.

A woman entered, slight as a shadow, carrying an infant wrapped in cloth that tried but failed to keep the cold from her bones. Beside her stood another child, four years old, with eyes already older than mine. The mother sat, and with hands that did not tremble only because they had long forgotten how, she uncovered the baby.

“She is four months old,” she said quietly. And then, with the voice of someone who has outlived both fear and hope, she added, “I know she cannot breathe.”

I had not yet spoken, yet somehow she knew my diagnosis before my fingers touched the child’s tiny ribs. The baby was drowning in her own breath. Severe respiratory distress. A life hanging by the thinnest thread God ever spun.

“They told me she must stay in the hospital,” the mother whispered. “But I refused. Do not send me back there. I cannot stay. I cannot leave my other children alone.”

She spoke with no accusation, no plea, only the exhausted humility of someone who has been crushed long enough to accept the crushing as fate.

At first, like any reasonable man, I assumed it was money. Poverty has become the universal language here. Every cry translates into it. But when I examined the child, I felt the terrible truth in my palms: she needed hour-by-hour care, the kind that only a hospital can provide, the kind that decides in silence who will live to see the morning.

I told her gently that I could call the ambulance, arrange the medications, do everything possible, but the baby must be watched for at least two days, perhaps more.

And then she told me the rest.

Her husband had been killed.
She lives in a tent.
Three orphaned children depend on her.
If she enters the hospital, she must abandon the other two to the night.

And suddenly I felt the language fall out of the world.

For what could I say to such a sentence of existence? What argument, what theology, what science, what morality could I offer to a woman standing between her infant’s breath and her children’s loneliness? In that moment, I, doctor, man, believer, thinker, became nothing. A witness only.

I understood then that our tragedy is not written in stories, but in the silent corners of rooms where mothers confess the impossible choices forced upon them by history.

Even now, as I write, I cannot find words large enough to contain what I saw. Perhaps there are no such words. Perhaps they were never made for human tongues.

It feels as though suffering has been sown into the soil of this land, a seed that grows without season, without mercy, without end. And I caught myself thinking, terribly and honestly, that we no longer need clinics or hospitals or schools or homes. These are things built for people who still remember the shape of life.

What we need is creation itself to begin anew.
A rebirth of the world.
A chance to be remade into beings capable of living, not merely surviving.

For here, in this ruined corner of humanity, a mother’s whispered confession has revealed a truth older than scripture: that sometimes the earth becomes so wounded, so soaked in innocent blood, that it can no longer hold life unless God Himself recreates it.

And maybe, that is why her voice still echoes inside me.

#WoundedGaza

[bojack whoresman @LebohangMosia_]

i’m tired of mourning women i’ve never met. i’m tired of watching families bury daughters, sisters, mothers. today i stand with every woman demanding change 💜

[‏ً @BALUCIAGA]

in the midst of crucial conversations about gender‑based violence, we cannot ignore what’s happening in sudan. 94 % of rape survivors are women and girls and 86 % of them report rape. children as young as one year old have been abducted, tortured and raped by the RSF.

[Phumzile Van Damme @zilevandamme]

Her name was Vanessa Van Rensburg, 36, a mother. She was allegedly beaten to death by her boyfriend, Rob Evans. A broken whisky bottle is believed to have been used to attack her. She was also strangled.

A woman is killed every three hours in South Africa, most often by a man she knows, in a country with among the highest rates of femicide in the world.

There is nowhere women in South Africa are safe, not in their homes, not in their relationships. This is a crime that needs to be declared a priority crime at crisis level.

RIP, Vanessa. 🕊️

[Sinister in the Presidency @AmandaBRinquest]

*LIST OF WEEKLY SOLIDARITY EVENTS IN Cape Town*

1. Daily Walks for Palestine
Organisation: Seapoint Walks for Palestine
Date: *Daily*
Time:18h00 - 19h00
Location: Mandela Sunglasses, Seapoint Promenade

[Majid Freeman @Majstar7]

May Allah reunite them all in jannatul firdous and accept their shahada 💔💚🕊️

[Hamza Yusuf @Hamza_a96]

Not enough superlatives exist to describe the courage of Palestinian journalists in Gaza, living and enduring genocide, yet still risking their lives to document it for the world.

May Saleh Aljafarawi and every other journalist rest in eternal power. True heroes ❤️🕊️

[Al Jazeera English @AJEnglish]

Palestinian children chase a water truck, trying to fill their buckets amid Israel’s forced starvation of Gaza.

[State of Palestine @Palestine_UN]

On this day 25 years ago, the world watched, as Jamal al-Durrah tried to protect his 12-year-old son Muhammad from Israeli bullets that rained down on them in Gaza for 40 minutes. Despite pleads, Israeli soldiers intentionally shot Muhammad in the stomach- whose final moments of fear and horror were caught on camera and streamed by France TV, and injured his father.

Muhammad became the defining and haunting image of the Second Intifada.

[Gaza Notifications @gazanotice]

🚨HORRIFIC: Video documents the moment Palestinian physician Dr. Marwan Abedin was shot in the head by an Israeli quadcopter through the window while on duty at Nasser Hospital in Khan Younis, southern Gaza.

[Eye on Palestine @EyeonPalestine]

The 4-year-old girl Arjwan Raed Al-Hini is fighting for her life and suffers from:
Severe malnutrition
Acidosis
Stunted growth
Serious kidney problems
She urgently needs treatment abroad, but there is currently no kidney referral.
Phone: [phone]
Wallet: 0599906870

[WearThePeace @WearThePeaceCo]

A Palestinian man breaks down as he carries what he can carry away from his home after the occupation ordered the evacuation of his neighborhood.

[Mahmoud S. Alsersawi-محمود سعيد السرساوي @aboyahya1986]

My father had a wife, 4 sons, 4 daughters and 15 grandchildren.
IDF killed my father in an UNRWA school.

[Eye on Palestine @EyeonPalestine]

Sajoud... the little girl whose childhood was stolen by the war, her eyes still shine with beauty despite collecting garbage in the streets, and her joy over a simple bowl of rice reveals the purity of her heart.

جمعها القماطة ف اشوارع، وسعادتها بر السيط تكفعن ا قلع

[sarah @sahouraxo]

The Global Sumud Flotilla is on its way to Gaza.

Over 50 ships, with activists from 44 countries, carrying food, medicine, and aid.

Their mission: to break Israel’s criminal blockade — a siege that deliberately starves millions of innocents, half of them children.

🇪🇸🇮🇹🇹🇳🇵🇸