If she had a different nationality she’d be the most famous little girl in the world. Go Fund Me would’ve broken the bank. Her life would already be secure. Such bad luck…
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A CNN journalist witnessed Israeli settlers abduct and blindfold a Palestinian farmer for refusing to leave his land, as IDF soldiers stood guard.
He was later shot, while the IDF blocked the road to prevent anyone from coming to his aid, making sure he would die.
The israelis killed this little Palestinian girl for fun, as she filmed herself live on air on her phone in a makeshift tent in Gaza | from @Abu_Salah9
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I searched a Gaza war crimes archive for my family.
I quickly realized I wasn’t using it the way most people would. I wasn’t browsing it as an activist, researcher or journalist.
I was looking for my family.
My heart sank as I filtered the archive by the dates we lost them and searched for someone I loved.
I found footage I hadn’t seen before of the bombing of the Church of St. Porphyrius, where my cousin Soliman was killed.
I searched for the day my great aunt Elham was murdered, and the day Nahida and Samar Anton were killed by Israeli snipers at the Holy Family Catholic Church.
Eyewitnesses told us Elham was crushed by an Israeli tank. I have graphic photographs of her body that were sent to me by church workers in Gaza, but I found no footage of what happened.
It made me wonder how many people died without leaving behind any visual record.
The realization stayed with me.
Here was a digital graveyard where pieces of my own family history are preserved for journalists, historians, truth seekers and, undoubtedly, those seeking to exploit or consume human suffering.
I know I won’t be the only person to experience this. Other Palestinians searching for loved ones almost certainly will too. But it struck me that this is a form of grief that could scarcely have existed before our time.
It’s a form of grief I never imagined could exist.
You share photos of women in hijab and say:
"Look how oppressed they are."
You never share photos of women holding their dead child in a bombed hospital and say:
"Look what my taxes did."
You are not worried about women’s rights.
You are worried about maintaining the illusion that your violence is somehow enlightened.