We, the Lebanese and Palestinian, are the only people in history watching our genocide live, and we could get arrested or suspended for saying stop kill us, because it might hurt the feelings of the killers.
Israel killed every single person in this photo in Lebanon.
Every. Single. One.
All journalists.
Targeted and assassinated intentionally.
For reporting the truth from the frontlines.
A horrifying video shows dozens of Israeli settlers setting a Palestinian home on fire in the village of Beit Imrin in the West Bank tonight, attempting to burn the family alive.
8 people were injured in the attack, including a one-year-old baby.
A few moments ago, my phone rang.
An unfamiliar number.
I answered.
“Is this Dr. Ezzideen?”
“Yes,” I said. “Go ahead.”
He spoke politely, almost carefully.
“I got your number from someone.
They told me you might be able to help me.”
Then he paused.. and added:
“Please don’t misunderstand me. I’m not asking for money.
I just .. have a problem. And maybe you can help.”
I told him to go on.
He took a breath.
“My daughter is six years old.”
There was a weight in his voice even before he continued.
“Two years ago, during the war, she was injured.
Her face.. was badly burned. Her cheek .. most of it.”
“She has had two reconstructive surgeries. Both of them failed.”
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
“She was four when it happened,” he said quietly.
“Now she’s six.”
“She has started to understand.”
That sentence stayed with me.
She has started to understand.
He continued:
“She is being bullied by other children.”
“She feels ashamed when people look at her.”
“Even on Eid .. she refused to go outside.” “She told us she is not as beautiful as the other children.”
He stopped for a second, then added, his voice breaking:
“She cries when she looks at herself in the mirror.”
“She refuses to take pictures .. completely.”
I could almost see her.
A six-year-old girl,
is standing in front of a mirror,
trying to understand why her face is different.
Trying to understand why the world looks at her differently.
Trying to understand how something that happened before she even knew what war was .. has now become part of who she is.
At six years old,
she is already learning shame.
Already learning to hide.
Already learning that the world can be cruel to what it does not understand.
The father said something I cannot forget:
“I feel like I am watching my daughter’s life collapse in front of me.”
He was not asking for sympathy.
He was asking for a chance.
“Anything,” he said.
“Anything that could help her get a referral to leave..
maybe somewhere they can treat her..
maybe save her future before it’s taken from her.”
War does not end when the bombs stop. Sometimes it continues..
in the face of a child who no longer recognises herself,
in the silence of a girl who refuses to be seen,
in the tears, she hides from everyone,
except the mirror.
She is six years old.
And instead of dreaming about toys.. she is learning how to live with a face that the world has already judged.
There is a kind of injustice that kills instantly.
And there is a kind that stays.. and grows quietly inside a child.
This is the second kind.
Sometimes, what a child needs is not something extraordinary.
Just a chance,
to be seen without fear,
to be treated,
to grow up without carrying a wound that the world keeps reopening.
And sometimes, that chance begins with someone choosing to care.
#WoundedGaza
Today I$rael tried to kill me in a targeted airstrike in southern Lebanon as I was reporting on was the targeting of bridges and the forced displacement of 1 million people, an ethnic cleansing operation on a larger scale than the Nakba
I have absolutely no doubt that this was deliberate. Despite claims there were no warnings ahead of the strike and no notifications sent to the Lebanese Army who allowed us to film
As we have seen in Gaza they want to silence journalists who document and report their war crimes
It is the western powers who provide political and military support for I$rael, arming it to the teeth to carry out genocide in Gaza and ethnic cleansing here in Lebanon. They are not simply complicit, but active participants and should be held accountable for their actions.
But if I$rael thinks today’s strike will silence us and keep us out of the field they are very, very mistaken
We all watched parents collect the remains of their children in plastic bags, xrays of bullets lodged in the skulls of children, starved aidseekers mowed down by machine gun fire, EVERYDAY FOR TWO YEARS. The whole world witnessed this GENOCIDE you sick twisted bastards, and your denialism is shameful and telling.
Three hours ago we were attacked by Israeli settlers in the Jordan Valley. A 70 year old Palestinian man was hospitalised in stable condition; two activists, including me were also injured. The settlers repeatedly kicked me in the face and head, and stole my phone.
Today, I saw a bar of “Dubai chocolate” shamelessly gleaming on a market stall shelf, surrounded by snacks, nuts, and coffee — in a city where you can’t even find a single pill of medicine. I felt the rage choke my heart.
Just four days ago, I went through every pharmacy in Khan Younis looking for medicine for my son Mahdi — and only managed to find it through connections. No medicine, no meat, no chicken, no fuel, and nothing to sustain our lives even for one day. Everything that nourishes the body and soul is forbidden to us.
This is what they call famine engineering: they open the crossings for candy, coffee, and nuts to fool the world into thinking we’re okay — while denying us what keeps people alive. They want us to look like actors, not the starving. Like corpses, not the living.
How can a person live on snacks?
What filthy theater is this world — and the occupation forces — playing with us?
What the hell is this?
It’s a famine meticulously designed, controlled by buttons from afar — deciding when we eat, when we survive, when we live, and when we die.
What kind of cruelty is this?
And what kind of world chooses chocolate over medicine?
This pain has gone beyond hunger — the sorrow lives more in the heart than the stomach.