Israel yesterday kidnapped four women. Two are footballers in the Palestinian National Team.
Their names are: Natali Abu Dia and Rand Halwani.
Is it normal to kidnap footballers, @FIFAcom? Where are sports media organisations? This story should be the headline everywhere.
Rape with objects. Gang rape. Rape by trained dogs. Targeted genital shooting. Filmed. Photographed. Archived by the perpetrators. Across 12 named Israel detention sites.
The UN calls it a pattern. B’Tselem calls it a network of torture camps. Both are correct.
the reason why Palestine isn’t being seen anymore because there’s barely any journalists left. 20% of Lebanon is now under Israeli occupation. 12 million people have been displaced in Sudan. Over 25 million people are facing acute hunger in Congo. Don’t stop talking.
Pro-Palestine prisoner Umer Khalid, a 22-year-old with muscular dystrophy, has been dragging himself across his prison cell floor because he has been denied a wheelchair.
He hasn't had access to a shower for over 20 weeks.
He has been waiting for a neurology appointment for over 12 weeks while experiencing chest pain and breathlessness.
This is happening in a British prison right now.
I've written to David Lammy to demand answers:
Now that Gaza lies in ruins—shattered, like a beloved face after a long brutality—Israel moves with a terrible confidence to the next act: The act of leaving every soul there not merely wounded, but permanently disabled. Injured, sick, hungry, homeless, without work, without hope. This is not war’s collateral damage. This is design.
As my friend Gideon Levy writes—and he knows, he knows—this is the prelude to expulsion. Think of it: a society without teachers, without doctors, without social workers, without engineers, without clerks. That is not a society. That is a holding pen. A slow erasure. And when nothing functions—no school, no hospital, no office, no heart—then it becomes ‘easy,’ they tell themselves, to scatter the people to the four corners of the earth. Like seeds from a broken pod, except no soil will take them.
We must name this. Not with rage alone, though rage is honest. But with the cold, clear tears of recognition: they are making life impossible so that departure becomes the only ‘choice.’ And the world watches, adjusts its spectacles, and calls for restraint. Restraint! There is no restraint in a slow drowning.