We're outraged and heartbroken by reports that at least 15 Palestinians, including eight children, have been killed in an Israeli strike. They were queuing for nutritional supplements outside of a clinic.
Nowhere is safe in Gaza. Project Hope, an aid group who ran the clinic, say it was "a place of refuge... where people bring their small children, women access pregnancy and postpartum care, people receive treatment for malnutrition".
The UK government must stop being complicit in these horrors by suspending all arms transfers to Israel. They must hold the Government of Israel accountable for the harm children have faced, as is demanded by their obligations under international law.
Israeli settlers set fire to a Church that stood for 15 centuries, along with a Byzantine Christian cemetery in Taybeh, Palestine — a village where Christians have lived since the time of Jesus.
Israel is destroying Palestinian Christian heritage.
Not a peep from Western media.
“UNRWA has thousands of trucks of supplies waiting to get into #Gaza. We have enough food for the entire population for a month - that’s 180 million meals,” UNRWA Sam Rose says.
And it’s not just food - critical medicines, shelter items and basic hygiene supplies.
Let us do our work.
#CeasefireNow
"All of our counties can become Gaza in one day.
If you would kill my children I would kill you"
Romanian MP Diana $oșoacă denounced the international silence on Israeli crimes in Gaza and called for sanctions to be imposed
A Palestinian woman could only watch on as Israeli forces destroyed her home near Ramallah. Israel has been demolishing more than 100 homes across the occupied West Bank, displacing thousands of Palestinians.
They came at dusk: a woman and two children.
Not walking, exactly. Drifting, as if carried not by their own will but by a force more ancient and merciless than gravity. The kind of force that drives insects toward flame or the lost toward confession.
One of the children pulled a basket behind, its wheels scraping over the stones like bones. Neither spoke. Their silence was not shy, but inherited. The kind passed from womb to womb in times of war.
The woman looked at me, not as one human to another, but as someone standing trial on Judgment Day, stripped of all defense.
“Is this a clinic?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have medicine?”
“Yes.”
“Is it free?”
“Yes.”
She entered, as if even the floor needed permission to bear her weight.
She sat before me. Her presence was not loud, but unbearable. She did not look tired, but ancient, like someone who had traveled not just for days but through time itself, through the centuries of betrayal that humanity has inflicted upon itself.
I said nothing. She said nothing. The silence held.
Then she whispered, “My feet and back hurt.”
What a simple phrase. And yet it carried the weight of exile.
My feet and back hurt.
Of course they did.
She had been carrying two children, a basket, and the unspoken grief of the earth.
“Is this new?” I asked.
“No, habibi. It’s from walking. We’ve been walking a long time.”
Walking. Such a gentle word for such a violent act. She had walked over corpses and rubble, over forgotten treaties and abandoned neighborhoods. She had walked across the graves of promises.
And I, me, a doctor. What could I do? Open a drawer? Offer a pill? I could not suture history. I could not anesthetize the world’s cruelty.
So I gave her painkillers. Like a priest sprinkling water on a burning house. And vitamins, why not? A placebo for the soul, perhaps more for mine than hers.
She stood, nodded, and left.
I should have returned to my notes, to the work. But I sat there, staring at my hands. Those impotent, trembling hands. I wondered if I had just witnessed something sacred or something obscene.
Then she returned.
In her hands was a bundle of arugula. Earth still clung to the roots.
“This is for you,” she said.
I refused. My pride would not allow it. But pride dies in the presence of grace.
She insisted. “It’s from my heart,” she said. “We’re farmers. From Beit Lahia. We picked it before we left. I still have some.”
And in that moment, I saw her. Not the woman, but the truth.
So I took it. Not for the leaves, but to protect what little dignity remained in the world.
She left again.
But she had left something behind. A scream without sound. A sermon without words.
And in that clinic, surrounded by antiseptics and broken instruments, I, the doctor, broke.
Not from pity. But from the unbearable truth that someone who had nothing still found a way to give everything.
#GazaGenocide
It’s been almost impossible for me to cook for the kids lately so I’m doing my best to deliver clean water every day instead to areas that most aid groups cannot reach especially along the coast of Gaza. These places are often forgotten while most relief efforts focus on the big camps. But people here are in danger. The water is unsanitary and unsafe. Kids are getting sick. Pregnant women have no access to clean drinking water. I’m grateful to Watermelon Relief for helping us reach them. Please let the world know these areas need urgent attention 💧
17 Palestinian people, mostly children, are killed by the israelis, & many injured after a suicide drone targets families in a building in #Gaza city
BREAKING:
Israel has killed 109 Palestinians in Gaza since dawn today.
109 starving civilians slaughtered in less than 24 hours.
28 of them were gunned down while trying to get food.
And not a peep from the “international community”.
Bob Vylan is not the story.
Kneecap is not the story.
Gary Lineker is not the story.
Dawn French is not the story.
Ms Rachel is not the story.
Action Palestine is not the story.
Glastonbury is not the story.
GENOCIDE IN GAZA IS THE STORY.
Girl in Gaza escaping through a fire from a strike on a school turned shelter. She lost her Mom and two siblings in the same fire. It’s not too late to say something guys please do it today for sweet Ward Al-Sheikh Khalil. She has a name. She is 5 years old #FreePalestine#gaza
Day after day - scores murdered by these war criminals.
Today a cafe bombed with over 30 dead mostly women and children.
Yet still Western media and governments rush to give them cover.
A women in Gaza spent 9 years trying to conceive now her only child and her husband has been killed. This is the reality of what is happening everyday in #Gaza#FreePalestine enough is enough 💔
Look at how Rafif has changed, how she loses weight day by day. Ignore the looks towards me and my thinness, I can bear it. But how can a child who hasn’t even turned one bear this, when she needs nourishment to build her body? All of this is due to the border closure and the shortage of necessities. Where is the mercy?
Note‼️‼️: this doesn’t require individual donations as much as it requires a collective movement and a governmental/ institutional pressure on Israel to allow the Life saving supplies to The Gaza hospitals!
‼️A Palestinian father of four went to get food for his family and returned bed-ridden. Alaa Al-Sawalhi was critically injured by shrapnel while heading to collect aid from the so-called Gaza Humanitarian Foundation, an Israeli military-run facade posing as an aid distribution organization that operates as a system of control and degradation.
A piece of shrapnel shattered his jaw after striking his neck, and another lodged in his back. Gaza’s hospitals lack the equipment to perform the surgery he urgently needs. Doctors have given him only 20 days before his jaw fuses shut permanently. What is marketed as humanitarian aid has become a calculated weapon of dominance.
Since these American-Israeli aid centers began operating on May 27, 2025, the Government Media Office in Gaza reports 516 martyrs, 3,799 wounded, and 39 missing, all starving Palestinian civilians attacked while trying to obtain food at these death traps.
amr.tabash (IG)