meriem

[meriem @MourdiMeriem]

@elkhatib_x @1i1yyyyyyyy اتطمن واخدسن الي عايزينه قبل الزواج
و الزواجات كلها مش مباركة في الوطن العربي لانها مبنية علي حاجات اخري غير مقصد الزواج

[سُهيله✨ @sohaila12366]

في الأرياف بيقدسوا حاجات كتير زي مثلًا
_ البت البيضة
_ كلية الطب
_ العيون الملونة
_ اللي مسافر برا
_ خلفة الولاد
_ عدد العربيات اللي بتزف ��هاز العروسة
_ اللي بيموت يوم الجمعة
_ واللي ميجيش بالذوق ييجي بالأعمال
_ والبت اللي بتشتغل زي الخدامه في البيت

[محمد شكري Mohammed Shoukry @mo_shkry]

الناس يزورون التاريخ الذي عاشوه
فما بالكم بالتاريخ الذي لم يعيشوه؟!

[مش لانا ديل راي @super_nooz]

@thebolter_0 دا الجانب الحيواني للاطباء ف مصر لما يشوفوك انسان فقير داخل مستشفي حكومي .. بالذات لو ست !
تحرش وانتهاك و قرف لا ينتهي و عشان كده مش بتعاطف اوي لما الدكاترة تترن علقة محترمة من اهل المريض ربنا بيخلص حقوق ناس

[wendy @alwaysawendy00]

زمان لما كنت بفكر اخد نسا نزلت وقفت عشان اشوف التخصص واتعلم، شوفت ضرب لستات، زعيق انها بتصوت وهي بتولد، واحدة بتسقط خامس سقط ليها ومنهارة نفسيا وبتقفل رجلها والدكتور بيفحصها لانها متألمة فنده ٢ عمال كل واحدة مسكت رجل فتحتها بالعافية لحد ما خلص فحص، شتيمة
ده الجانب الانساني

[بلال البخاري @BelalElbukhary]

كم مِن "مظلوم" يحتاج إلى العزل البشري و التأهيل النفسي.

[Assaad Taha أسعد طه @Assaadtaha]

#ادخلوا_الكرافانات_لغزة

[Samer @Sssssssssssamer]

#ادخلوا_الكرافانات_إلى_غزة_فوراً

[Mona Seif @Monasosh]

Naomi Klein on Bluesky 💙
For Alaa's full statement
https://t.co/PCqMGUKdyI

[Assaad Taha أسعد طه @Assaadtaha]

#ادخلوا_الكرافانات_إلى_غزة_فوراً

[Assaad Taha أسعد طه @Assaadtaha]

#ادخلوا_الكرافانات_إلى_غزة_فوراً

[Eng.Afnan @afnan_m29]

كلكم غردوا ع هاد الهاشتاق اعملوا لو شيء بسيط لأهل الخيام
#ادخلوا_الكرافانات_إلى_غزة_فوراً

[meriem @MourdiMeriem]

#GazaGenocide‌

[Mohammedkahlout🇵🇸 @Kahlout9]

يا العالم يا عرب يا مسلمين

رجعت الحرب اليهود
بيقتلونا
ودخلوا علينا وقصفونا
ومجزرة 6 شهداء
حرق المدارس على النازحين

الوسطاء وينهم خلصوا لعب كورة

[Michael @michaellatef96]

#ادخلوا_الكرافانات_إلى_غزة_فوراً

[meriem @MourdiMeriem]

#الفاشر

[كـريـم 𓂆 @karimmoslimm]

@deever_sarah متحرش برتبه دكتور علاقات فالتحرش

[Barry Malone @malonebarry]

People really need to stop taking the Nobel Peace Prize seriously.

[Dr. Ezzideen @ezzingaza]

What darkens our tragedy is not only the hunger, not only the bombs, not only the little shoes of children found in the rubble, but that our real story is not being told. The world does not want the truth. No, the truth would demand too much of them. They want a fable that lets them sleep, a tale where we are noble martyrs, where we die by choice and therefore no one is guilty. They want to believe our deaths are holy, so that their hands stay clean. And so our story is rewritten, polished, sanctified, not for us, not for the dead, but for them, so they may remain innocent.

Look at the world’s great stage: it blooms with the images they love. Slogans of “steadfastness,” chants of “resistance,” smiling portraits of defiance, all arranged like theater scenery. Those who recite the script are rewarded with followers, with applause, with coins tossed at their feet like to street performers. But it is not resistance they are selling, it is comfort, it is anesthesia for distant spectators. And each time the myth is applauded, each time the spectacle is paid for, another scream is swallowed, another grave is dug, another child is left to die unheard.

And look beyond, to the Arab world, they, too, believed their own lies. They swore they could shield us, they swore they carried the honor of the Ummah. Where is that honor now? Go, look at the women lying in the streets with no one to cover them. Go, listen to the children crying in the ruins. Go, see the old men dying with no water to wash their faces. Still they speak of dignity, still they mouth the same words, but the words are hollow, the dignity rotted away, the lie repeated until it became their only truth.

And yet, the heaviest curse is not on them alone. No, the heaviest curse is on us. On me. On all of us who are still breathing and yet remain silent, who nod to the story that comforts the powerful, who accept the lie because the truth would break us.

But the truth, still waits, and it is terrible. It lies naked in Gaza’s streets. It cries out like blood from the earth: “Come and see me. Come and look without flinching.” Stop swallowing the performances. Stop believing the comfortable fairy tales that say we will never leave, that our death is our choice, that our cats and our coffee mugs are symbols of some eternal, noble defiance. No, they are only mugs and cats, and we are only human, and we are cold and barefoot at three in the morning.

If you still have a soul, cast away the illusions. Tear the lies from your heart. Demand the truth, not the truth that flatters you, but the truth that burns you. Look upon the faces on the pavement. Hear the mothers who do not ask for poetry but for bread, for a tent that does not leak, for a road that actually leads somewhere.

And then decide: will you watch Gaza die like an audience watches a tragedy, applauding at the end? Or will you throw down the curtain, stop the play, and step into the blood and dust to do something, anything, to keep us alive?

#GazaGenocide