POR FAVOR! Clique no link e considere doar! Ibrahim precisa de medicamentos e cirurgia urgente!! Toda ajuda é essencial e pode ser a diferença entre sobreviver ou não ao genocídio em Gaza! COMPARTILHE, para que a campanha possa alcançar mais pessoas!
https://t.co/yWjuZdS9oi
🚨 Alô @GovernoPara @helderbarbalho CADÊ A RESPOSTA?🤷♂️
Servidores Técnico-Administrativos da @uepaoficial em greve desde maio fizeram novos atos hoje em vários municípios.
💸Sem atualização da tabela salarial, a paralisação continua! ✊
⏳O futuro da educação está em jogo.
Dear friends, please help me get food. I have collected 35 euros and need 165 euros. Please help and donate even a little. It would make me very happy.🥺💔
Donate. Quote. Share.
https://t.co/v1wXr3xFib
@corneliastrwts @reporterenato Exatamente!!! @LulaOficial encher o vento de bravatas mas não mover uma caneta é covardia! #Rompacomisrael deixemos de financiar o genocídio! Não queira entrar pra história como covarde, homem!!
@reporterenato@LulaOficial, belas palavras. Passemos agora à ação. Quando iremos deixar de ficar com a mãos sujas do sangue palestino, rompendo todos os laços comerciais com a entidade genocida? Palavras desprovidas de ação é coisa de covarde. Não queremos nossos impostos alimentando israhell.
@issam1900halta1 @SuppressedNws As for God, His words are wise: "Our Lord, indeed whoever You admit to the Fire - You have disgraced him, and for the wrongdoers there are no helpers." (Al Imran, Aya 192).
@issam1900halta1 @SuppressedNws They do not kill for the sake of any God. They are the humanbeast, fuelled with the old european white supremacism. For them, the generations already gave an answer, we won't forgive nor forget.
Israel killed 5 journalists and their families in a single night.
Just overnight, five more names were added to the long list of media workers systematically targeted in Gaza:
– Abdel Rahman al-Abadla
– Aziz al-Hajjar
– Ahmad al-Zeenati
– Khaled Abu Seif
– Nour Qandil
This brings the number of journalists killed by Israel since 7 October 2023 to at least 221.
النزوح في غزة لا يعني الانتقال من بيتٍ إلى آخر..
بل يعني ترك منزلك تحت القصف، دون طعام، ولا ماء، ولا خيمة، ولا مأوى.
النزوح في غزة هو أن تنزح من الموت إلى الموت، ومن الركام إلى الشارع.
هو أن تفقد كل شيء وتواصل النجاة فقط
#شمال_غزة_يباد
"Ele ainda estava respirando! Eu sei disso! Por favor, o ajude!"
Em estado de choque, mulher palestina descreve o assassinato do irmão e outras dezenas de palestinos, bombardeados por "israel" enquanto fugiam dos ataques e nova invasão israelense hoje no norte de Gaza.
Who would've guessed the ceasefire dramatically improved the conditions of Israeli captives in Gaza?
IDF soldier Edan Alexander "watched a lot TV", was "kept up to date" & got beef & lamb
Compare this to how Israel treats Palestinian doctors at the Sde Teiman rape/torture camp
"Businesses and groups have curtailed work on behalf of the court because they were concerned about being targeted by U.S. authorities...
Microsoft, for example, cancelled Khan’s email address...His bank accounts in the UK have been blocked"
https://t.co/BeTlWSX3kq
14.05.2025
5:44 a.m.
And the night passed, not as sleep, but as sentence.
They say there was an earthquake. I heard it only secondhand, from the headlines of foreign news. But here, here in Gaza, what earthquake could shake us more than the horror we already endure?
No, what trembles here is not the earth beneath our feet, but the soul beneath our ribs. It has been quaking since 11 p.m., not from tectonics, but from man. Man! The thinking beast! With his calculated ruin and his conscience that whispers too late, or never.
From 11 p.m. onward, the gates of Hell swung wide. The hospital became its vestibule. They came, not people, no, but fragments of families. Children without limbs, fathers without faces. And the mothers, ah, the mothers, their weeping was not of this world. I do not think even God could bear it.
I held a child tonight. I cannot say his age, for he was more wound than boy. I think he died thinking it was his fault. That’s how children die, feeling
responsible.
Another boy, taller, nearly a man, bled out on the floor. There was no bed for him. There was no floor, either. We lay them atop one another, like archives of the forsaken.
And I, I moved through them like a ghost, or worse: like a man who still believes he can help. I stitched and bandaged and pressed on arteries like it would save them. As if my trembling hands could stop the machinery of death. But they could not. They never do. We do what we can, and it is never enough.
I did not feel the earthquake. I felt hunger gnawing at me like guilt. I felt my legs quiver not from fear, but from weakness. I thought the walls were swaying. But no, it was me. Just me. Dying a little with each life I could not save.
Now the night is done, and with it another liturgy of pain.
Soon I will leave this place and walk into another. The faces will change, the wounds will not.
There is no end. There is no rest. There is no time even for tears.
Only this rhythm:
Work. Death. Repeat.
And in between, the silence.
The silence that suffocates.
The silence that screams.
#GazaGenocide