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[Besim @ikre]

@rodalies Hola @rodalies, el proper tren desde Garraf cap a Barcelona és a les 12:53, així surt al web (foto adjunt). Podeu confirmar si és correcte si us plau?

[Adil Haque @AdHaque110]

"I've been doing this for 30 years."

"Nothing prepares you for Gaza."

[Francesca Albanese, UN Special Rapporteur oPt @FranceskAlbs]

Forza Europeans!
Only 200,000 signatures needed to push EU institutions to suspend the indecent partnership agreement with Apartheid Israel. Bcs it is not OK to make business with a State that commits intl crimes on a daily basis.
Power to the People.
Together #weR1

[Hanan Ashrawi @DrHananAshrawi]

Israel has never honored a single agreement or implemented a single UN resolution since its creation by colonial powers on Palestinian land in 1948. Now while everyone is focused on the “Trump Plan,” Israel is escalating its bombing of Gaza city & the slaughter of defenceless Palestinians. Without sanctions & serious consequences, it will continue doing more of the same. Genocide is what Israel does.

[Dr. Ezzideen @ezzingaza]

Today she came. Pale. Trembling. A young woman no older than twenty-five, clutching in her arms her son, her last living fragment of hope. The boy was limp, his little arms hanging as though life itself had slipped from them. His eyes were two dead stars. Behind her walked the grandmother. A grandmother who had already buried too many. Her face so worn that it seemed older than the land itself, older than grief.

The mother spoke haltingly, every word torn from her throat like a piece of flesh.
“Diarrhea. Five days,” she whispered, as if naming an unforgivable sin.
“But what frightens me…” Her voice cracked. “He no longer eats.”

“Since when?” I asked, though I was afraid to know.

Ah, that silence. That silence was like a bell tolling for the dead. She looked at her mother, as though asking for permission to speak. Then, with a kind of resigned despair, she confessed: “For a long time.”

I gave her medicine. A hollow gesture. A lie we tell ourselves so we do not collapse. She left without a word. But the grandmother stayed.

She came closer. Each step was heavy, as if she were carrying not her own body but the body of every mother who ever lived. She leaned toward me and spoke with the voice of someone who has seen hell.
“Do not ask her,” she said. “She cannot say it. The child stopped eating on the day he saw his father fall. He saw the blood. He saw the body. He saw everything.”

Then she too left, and I was alone with the weight of the world.

I am no psychologist. But I have seen the abyss in men’s hearts, and I know what it means when a child refuses life itself. This is not a disease of the stomach. This is the soul crying out: No more.

Tell me, what happens to a child’s mind when the first god he ever knew, his father, is struck down before him? What happens when the one who was meant to shield him from death becomes death?

The father’s blood was not the only thing spilled that day. The child’s faith was spilled with it. The world collapsed for him. There is no food sweet enough to make him want to taste life again.

And this is the deepest cruelty of genocide. It is not the heap of corpses that marks its victory. It is not the smoking ruins. It is not the screams at night. Its triumph is when a living child sits in the dust and refuses the breast, refuses the bread, refuses the world itself.

This child will grow, if he grows, with a hollow inside him no bread will ever fill. No embrace will ever close. He will learn to love with fear, to sleep with ghosts beside him. And one day, when he becomes a father, he will place into his child’s hands not only his love but also his terror.

And this is how extermination stretches its fingers into the future. It kills not only the body but the capacity to live.

Gaza is not merely a place under bombs. It is a factory of grief, a workshop of despair. What is being forged here is not just ruin. It is a generation of children who will one day walk the earth carrying death in their memories, in their dreams, in the way they touch the world.

As I write this, my chest burns. My hands tremble. I feel as though my own heart is being gnawed from the inside by rats. If there is a God, and I dare still to believe, then He must be weeping over Gaza tonight.

Yes, the father was killed. But the greater crime, the eternal crime, is this: the slow, unseen murder of the child’s soul.

This is our apocalypse. Not fire from heaven. Not angels with trumpets. But a child sitting in the rubble, lips pressed shut, eyes empty, refusing to swallow the world’s cruelty.

#GazaGenocide

[Yanis Varoufakis @yanisvaroufakis]

15 doctors, from all over the world, showed how at least 114 Palestinian children were killed with a single gunshot wound to head/chest. THIS IS GENOCIDE.

[Francesca Albanese, UN Special Rapporteur oPt @FranceskAlbs]

This camera should be exhibited one day in the Genocide Memorial built in memory of the innumerable victims of Israel's genocide in Gaza.

Shame on all journalists not raising their voice against the massacre of their brave Palestinian colleagues while documenting the genocide.

[Diana Buttu @dianabuttu]

According to Israel:
- Food and Agriculture Organization of the UN is lying;
- UNICEF is lying;
- UN’s World Food Programme is lying;
- The World Health Organization is lying;
- Human rights orgs, the ICJ, the ICC are lying.
But the wanted war criminals are telling the truth.

[Tom Fletcher @UNReliefChief]

The Gaza Famine is the world’s famine. A preventable, predictable famine. 

Enough. Ceasefire. Open all crossings, north and south. Let us get food in, unimpeded and at massive scale.

[Bassem Youssef Commentary @bassem_youssef9]

The governments of the US and Europe that teach democracy and human and animal rights to the third world have funded and supported this. What a lesson.

[Rutger Bregman @rutgerbregman]

Remember the 97% consensus among scientists on climate change?

Today, it’s easier to find a professor who denies global warming than a genocide scholar who denies what’s happening in Gaza.

And yet, many 'moderates' still look the other way—denying what’s right in front of them

[Prof Julia Steinberger @JKSteinberger]

Mass death and cruelty, whether in the form of genocide or planetary destruction, is being actively normalised by our leaders. I cannot think of a more dangerous time. The horror of it is enough to take breath and words away. Anyone who feels safe (or sane) is deluded.

[Mohamad Safa @mhdksafa]

Netanyahu said that an Iranian nuclear strike on Israel would be like “10,000 tons of TNT falling on a country the size of New Jersey (22,610 km2).”

Israel has dropped ~80,000 tons of explosives on Gaza (365 km2) - the equivalent of 8 nukes on 1.6% the size of New Jersey.

[Dr. Ezzideen @ezzingaza]

There is no internet.
No signal. No sound. No world beyond this cage.

I walked thirty minutes through ruins and dust. Not in search of escape, but for a fragment of signal, just enough to whisper, “We are still alive.”

Not because anyone is listening,
but because to die unheard is the final death.

Gaza is silent now.
Not with peace, but with obliteration.
Not a silence of stillness, but of smothering.

They severed the last cable.
No messages leave. No images enter.
Even grief has been forbidden.

I passed the corpses of buildings, of homes, of men, some breathing, some not.
All of them erased by the same hand that erased our voices.

This is not a siege of bombs alone.
It is a siege of memory: a war against our ability to say, “We were here.”

The bombing never stopped, especially in Jabalia.
They shell the streets where children beg for food.
They shell the lines where mothers wait for flour.
They shell hunger itself.

No food. No water. No exit.
And those who try, those who reach for aid, are struck down.

People die here, and no one knows.
Not because the killing paused, but because the killing of connection succeeded.

The internet was our final breath.
It was not a luxury; it was the last evidence of our humanity.

Now it is gone.
And in the dark, they massacre without consequence.

I found this faint eSIM signal as a dying man finds a flicker of flame.
I stood beneath a broken sky, risking death, not for rescue, but to send this.

A single message.
A last resistance.

If you are reading this, remember:
we walked through fire to say it.
We were not silent.
We were silenced.

And when the cables are restored,
the truth will bleed through the wires,
and the world will know what it chose not to see.

[Craig Mokhiber @CraigMokhiber]

Another blood-soaked hand is raised. For the 5th time since the current wave of genocide in Palestine began, the US has again vetoed a ceasefire in the UN Security Council. For those still claiming that the US is trying to negotiate a ceasefire, your lies are exposed for all the world to see. This is not a mediator. This the gesture of a co-perpetrator, of a genocidaire.

[Rohan Talbot @rohantalbot]

If Palestinians stay in their homes they are killed.

If they shelter in schools they are killed.

If they gather in 'safe zones' they are killed.

If they go to hospital they are killed.

If they are starving and seek aid they are killed.

Israel's extermination is industrial.

[Mouin Rabbani @MouinRabbani]

Israel flunkies are so far gone they genuinely believe the entire world is lying and that only repeatedly discredited Israeli propagandists can be trusted.
As far as they are concerned literally everyone is lying: the eyewitnesses, the wounded, the relatives of the dead, the medics who treated them, the reporters who collected and record evidence, the journalists and editors who verify the facts, the officials who make statements about the reports.
These psychotic lunatics genuinely believe it is they who are the victims, victims of a global conspiracy so vast that they alone are not part of it.
Most bizarrely of all, these flunkies are absolutely convinced that if they collectively chant “Blood Libel” often and loudly enough, reality will simply disappear.
The members of this genocidal cult didn’t drink the Kool-Aid. They never needed any.

[Mouin Rabbani @MouinRabbani]

This month has seen a growing number of officials, public figures, and individuals come out of the closet with public statements that they can no longer support Israel.
All well and good, and only a fool would claim these testimonies are politically insignificant and should be dismissed.
That said, such people should also recognise that it is precisely on account of their longstanding, typically uncritical and unconditional support of Israel over many years, that the genocidal apartheid state's conduct has reached a level of savagery and barbarism they can no longer support.
It seems to me that it would be appropriate to accompany these denunciations, which echo what people of principle and conscience have been stating for decades, with at least a modicum of contrition and self-reflection.
Make it genuine, not just performative.

[Yanis Varoufakis @yanisvaroufakis]

A haunting, beautiful short film

[Dr. Ezzideen @ezzingaza]

This morning, they came, two sisters. The elder a girl, the younger still a child. Nineteen and fifteen. But in Gaza, time does not count by years. Time counts by hunger. By waiting. By grief.

They stood before me like two broken icons, hollow-eyed, limbs too light to hold the soul in place. I, their doctor, no, not even that. A shadow pretending at healing. I listened to their lungs wheeze and watched their hearts labor against emptiness.

I gave them what I had: medicine, supplements, a gesture that felt almost obscene. As if I were offering grammar to the condemned before their execution. Vitamins for starvation. A bandage for Gethsemane.

Then the youngest, with her cracked voice, asked, "Doctor, how can we take medicine without food?"

I say this with tears on the page: I did not answer. Because what answer is there? Reason dies before such a question.

They sleep in dirt. They eat nothing. They ask for nothing. They no longer expect the world to remember them. And still, they do not cry. They simply look at you, as if you too were a ghost.

And I, I a man who has written of poverty, of murderers and saints, of the darkness in every soul, I found nothing in my chest but guilt. Not the noble guilt of the penitent. A deeper guilt. The guilt of having hands and not being able to use them. Of having breath while they sleep beneath rubble.

What is this world where children must beg for bread to take with their antibiotics?

What God watches this and waits?

I do not accuse Him. I tremble before Him. Perhaps He too weeps and is silent. Perhaps we are His great shame.

But I tell you this, This is not war.
This is crucifixion. And we are all complicit.

They say dignity is the last thing a human can lose. But I have seen its corpse.

We are no longer speaking of politics, or territory, or strategy.
We are speaking of the soul.
And the soul -mine, yours, theirs- is starving.

#GazaGenocide‌