Gaza City never stops suffering one catastrophe after another. More than 4,000 cancer patients are now facing death after cancer treatment was brought to a complete halt. Among them is my cousin.
Yesterday, the Ministry of Health announced that cancer treatment has completely stopped. Can you imagine what that means? We are facing a real humanitarian catastrophe. Every day, cancer patients die. Every day, we lose friends and relatives because cancer medications are no longer entering Gaza.
My cousin died a few months ago because he could not receive the treatment he desperately needed. He was also denied permission to travel for medical care. He didn’t die because there was no treatment for his illness he died because he was denied access to it.
What law, what religion, or what moral principle allows people to be deprived of their right to medical treatment? How can medicine be used as a tool of pressure while children and elderly people wait for treatment that could save their lives?
Gaza today is a completely devastated city. Its people live among rubble and tents, while patients are denied treatment and even the right to travel for medical care.
Please write, speak out, and share what is happening. Do not let this become normal. Life should never be like this, and real change is urgently needed before we lose even more lives.
You do not need to be Palestinian or Muslim to speak about Palestine and Gaza. You do not need to share the same religion, nationality, or place to feel the pain of others, because humanity is not measured by identity, but by your stance.
Use your mind and your conscience, and do not be part of a herd that simply repeats what it is told without thinking. Every human being has the ability to distinguish between right and wrong, and between injustice and justice. No one should have to tell you that the suffering of innocent people is something that cannot be accepted.
Injustice is clear for everyone to see, and the truth does not need someone to decorate it or hide it. A person’s true character is revealed when they have the courage to see the truth and refuse to remain silent when the rights of innocent people are taken away.
@moorehn Pretty clear where the Platner trajectory was heading, his very serious problems were never self-limiting, just like how Trump's very serious problems were never self-limiting. This shows how dysfunctional both parties are, and how the Democrats are actually enamored with Trump,
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The transcript of Bill Gates' House Oversight Committee testimony was released, with Gates telling lawmakers he believed the convicted sex offender Jeffrey Epstein was preparing to blackmail him over his extramarital affairs.
ABC News' Aaron Katersky reports.
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Iran’s World Cup team left behind a handwritten message in its SoFi Stadium locker room following its 0-0 draw with Belgium.
The message was left after Iran’s first two games in Los Angeles — a national team playing inside the country with which it had been at war with.
In mehreren italienischen Städten werden öffentliche Sitzbänke inzwischen so umgestaltet, dass sich unter ihnen kleine geschützte Plätze für Straßenkatzen befinden. Dort finden die Tiere Schutz vor Kälte, Regen und anderen Gefahren, ohne aus der Umgebung verdrängt zu werden, die sie kennen und in der sie sich orientieren.
Diese kleinen Rückzugsorte sind oft mit weichen Unterlagen und Futternäpfen ausgestattet, sodass ausgesetzte oder herrenlose Katzen einen sicheren Platz zum Ausruhen bekommen. Gerade für Tiere, die tagtäglich draußen überleben müssen, kann so ein einfacher Unterschlupf einen großen Unterschied machen.
Das Besondere an diesem Projekt ist, dass es zeigt, wie gut Stadtgestaltung und Mitgefühl zusammenpassen können. Mit kleinen, durchdachten Veränderungen werden gewöhnliche öffentliche Plätze plötzlich zu wertvollen Schutzräumen für Tiere, die sonst oft übersehen werden.
Manchmal braucht es keine großen Bauprojekte, um Leben zu verbessern. Manchmal reicht eine einfache Bank – und die Idee, dass unter ihr nicht nur Menschen, sondern auch Tiere ein wenig Sicherheit finden können.
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I don’t know if the world knows that the torture in Gaza has reached this level of brutality or not. One of the cruelest and most horrific things we are suffering from right now is trying to leave Gaza for medical treatment abroad.
The crossings allow only 20 patients to exit per day, while there are more than 20,000 war-injured and cancer patients in extremely urgent need who cannot wait even a single day. Any delay means death, amputation of limbs, or irreversible damage.
When we divide the numbers, we need more than 1,000 days nearly three yearsof deadly waiting. Every day, patients die slowly while waiting for their turn that may never come. Some have lost their eyes due to untreated infections, and others have had their limbs amputated after wounds turned into gangrene.
Cancer patients endure unbearable pain as the disease eats away at their bodies without medicine or chemotherapy. Many die every day without any treatment. What is even worse is the cruel game being played with our lives: a patient gets approval after months of paperwork and hope, sells everything he owns, borrows money, then the phone suddenly rings: “Your request is rejected.” No reason. No explanation.
My friend was approved, prepared himself for treatment despite his critical condition, then they suddenly rejected him. As if our lives are toys in their hands. The wounded are rotting alive amid the rubble and destroyed hospitals. We cannot travel, we cannot escape death from the bombing, nor from the slow death caused by untreated injuries.
We are trapped, waiting for our fate according to arbitrary decisions that see us as nothing but numbers, not human beings.
This photo was taken at a summer camp dedicated to children with amputations.
Gaza has become home to the largest number of child amputees in the world and in modern history as a whole.
The annihilated Gaza | June 2026
One of the days of the so-called “ceasefire.”
My brother sent me this picture; I had no idea he captured it at that moment. Midway through our displacement, as we fled on foot with our bags on our shoulders, I was stopped by an exhausted, weary woman. Worn out by the road, she was dragging her disabled daughter in a wheelchair. With absolute humility, she asked if I could push her daughter to relieve her of some of the exhaustion. The road was packed with people, and the sun was scorching our skin with its rays. I had already walked more than three kilometers and fatigue was starting to consume me. The daughter sat completely motionless, literally being eaten alive by the sun. That day, I didn't feel the physical toll as much as my heart was consumed by grief for that mother, enduring such a long and brutal journey.
This is just a fraction of the immense pain we lived through, and continue to live through, with every passing moment.
I was walking alone in the streets of Gaza City a short while ago, late at night. I did not expect this brief walk to become one of the most difficult moments I have experienced since the beginning of the war.
The city is completely engulfed in darkness. There are no streetlights, no lit homes, and no signs of normal life. Among the tents spread everywhere, rats were moving in large numbers, as if they had become part of the daily scene people have grown used to seeing.
I saw people lying on the sidewalks and sleeping on the roads because they had nowhere else to go. I saw a man searching through garbage bags in the dark of night for something to ease his hunger or meet his family’s needs. Along the roadside, dozens of people sat outside, escaping the suffocating heat inside the tents, which have turned into ovens with the arrival of summer.
I also heard the sound of a severe, continuous cough coming from inside a tent an elderly woman coughing in a way that reflected deep exhaustion, as if her body could no longer endure, with no medicine or ability to help in that moment.
In the midst of this darkness, I heard babies crying because there was no milk available, and a young girl screaming from inside a tent, crying to her mother because insects had bitten her feet again for the second or third time that night.
I returned wishing I had not gone out that night. I realized more than ever that this city no longer resembles the life we once knew. What is happening here cannot be understood through images or numbers alone. Anyone who wants to see the true scale of the suffering must see Gaza after sunset, when everything disappears except pain.