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Rozan Elmasry is 27, a mother of two young children, Ayloul, 4, and Yahya, 1½. She and her family have been displaced eight times since October 7, 2023, and are now living in a crowded classroom at an UNRWA school in Khan Younis. Soup kitchens are only available occasionally, and the family has not received an aid package in a long time. Rozan’s husband was a barber before the genocide, but his work and barbershop are gone, leaving the family with no income. Yahya needs milk and diapers, which cost around $150 a month, and both children have flat feet for which Rozan is trying to find appropriate treatment. She is also newly pregnant and will need medical follow-ups as her pregnancy progresses. During the siege, Rozan lost her brother, his wife, and their four children, as well as her husband’s brother-in-law. Despite these losses and the uncertainty of daily life, she is focused on keeping her children fed and cared for and hopes to eventually find enough stability for her family to live and work with dignity again.
"On the morning of October 7th...
We do not count what we have lost; we measure the undeniable resolve that remains within us.
Gaza is not merely a piece of burning geography—it is the ultimate existential question of our time: How can a soul remain intact while the world around it shatters?
We do not survive merely to exist, but to bear witness.
Good morning to the unwavering strength of a land that refuses to bow. ✨"
"في صباح السابع من أكتوبر ..
لا نحصي ما خسرناه ، بل نزن العزيمة الصامدة التي بَقِيَت في أعماقنا .
غزة ليست مجرد جغرافية تحترق .. بل هي السؤال الوجودي الأكبر في عصرنا : كيف يمكن لروحٍ أن تظل كاملةً بينما العالم من حولها يتداعى ؟!
نحن لا ننجو لمجرد العيش ، بل لنشهد.
صباح القوة للثبات الذي لا يلين لأرضٍ تأبى أن تنحني. ❤️✌️🇵🇸"
@The_Brian_Life A gentle reminder of how vastly different our realities are right now. May your home always know peace and abundance.
If our reality touches your conscience, simply amplifying our stories and sharing the truth of what we endure is the most meaningful support you can offer."
"When human life is treated as acceptable collateral for geopolitical obsession, you realize the empire isn’t just morally decayed—it’s actively cannibalizing itself.
For decades, this exact casual disregard wiped out entire generations in Gaza. Now they speak of their own cities with the same terrifying apathy. Cruelty, once unleashed, eventually comes home."
Even the most aggressive algorithms couldn't artificially manufacture interest for a product this expired.
The world didn't just lose interest in Hasbara; it developed an allergy to it. You can write laws, hijack terms, and hold press conferences, but you cannot legislate public obedience to a delusion that the whole planet has already seen through."
"You write of propaganda collapsing, while we pay for this global epiphany in raw flesh. I lost my brother, his wife, their four children, and my brother-in-law—an entire family line erased. Meanwhile, I struggle to keep my remaining sick and malnourished children alive.
The tragedy of our epoch isn't just scarce empathy, but its grotesque condition: demanding the victim become a performer to earn survival, while forcing the dignified into silent erasure.
The world awakened far too late—offering a hollow spectacle, but never justice."
"You write of propaganda collapsing, while we pay for this global epiphany in raw flesh. I lost my brother, his wife, their four children, and my brother-in-law—an entire family line erased. Meanwhile, I struggle to keep my remaining sick and malnourished children alive.
The tragedy of our epoch isn't just scarce empathy, but its grotesque condition: demanding the victim become a performer to earn survival, while forcing the dignified into silent erasure.
The world awakened far too late—offering a hollow spectacle, but never justice."
Nobody gives a fuck about October 7.
No one cares. They used to, but then Israel spent three years showing the world why October 7 happened in the first place. After witnessing the cruelty and savagery of the state of Israel, people get it now. Everyone understands.
After Hamas launched Operation Al-Aqsa Flood on the morning of October 7, there was an outpouring of love and sympathy for Israel from around the entire world. Every major landmark from the Eiffel Tower to the Sydney Opera House to the Empire State Building were illuminated blue and white in solidarity with the Israeli people. Grown men wept. Bono permanently ruined "Pride (In The Name of Love)" by changing the lyrics to "Early morning, October 7, as the sun is rising in the desert sky, Stars of David, they took your life, but they could not take your priiiiide."
Anyone who hadn't been following the Israel-Palestine issue very closely was on Israel's side that day. And then the bombs started dropping.
And dropping.
And dropping.
And dropping.
And as the bombs dropped, Israel's approval rating dropped with them.
There are only so many children you can see shredded to bits by Israeli military explosives before you start suspecting that there's something terribly wrong with the Zionist project.
There are only so many pictures and videos you can see posted by IDF troops dressed in the underwear of dead and displaced Palestinian women before you start wondering if there's something terribly wrong with the culture of the Israeli military.
There are only so many Israeli polls you can see published showing overwhelming support for the Gaza onslaught before you start believing there is something terribly wrong with Israeli society itself.
There are only so many mainstream humanitarian institutions who can determine that Israel is guilty of genocide before you start recognizing exactly what it is that you are looking at.
There are only so many bombed-out hospitals, so many miles of completely flattened neighborhoods, so many grizzly accounts of Palestinian prisoners being savagely raped and tortured by Israeli soldiers you can see before all the excuses, justifications and spin stop working on you.
And once the hasbara stops working, it's just you and the unadorned reality of the situation, staring each other right in the eyes.
The propagandists and spinmeisters have been falling all over themselves trying to frame the world's plummeting support for Israel as an epidemic of "antisemitism", but that's not working anymore either. Everyone knows it's a lie. Nobody's buying it. It just feels like they're insulting your intelligence.
The Gaza holocaust was the single worst thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Day after day, month after month, year after bloody year staring right down the barrel of that waking nightmare changed me forever, and there is nothing in me that will ever forget the horrors I witnessed. And the world is full of people who had the exact same experience I had.
Support for Israel is never coming back. When the lights flicker on and you see that the room you've been standing in is full of scorpions, you're not going to forget what you saw when the lights go out again.
All of the events which occurred after October 7 showed the world what life was like for Palestinians before October 7. Israel threw a stone into the air and spent three years crying after the stone came down on its head.
The hasbarists have been flailing all over the place trying to erase everything that happened before October 7 and to justify everything that has happened since, but their words are just words now. They have no power anymore. And now it's just a matter of time before the world turns against Israel to right the wrongs of the past and set everything back the way it ought to be. From the river to the sea.
STOP & READ 💔
Walking shouldn't be a torture for a child, but for Yahya, every single step is a silent cry of pain.
We are running out of time to fix his legs before it’s too late.
Please don't scroll past. Read, donate, or amplify his story. He needs us now. 👇
Watching your child struggle to take simple, painless steps breaks a parent's heart.
This is Yahya. Because of a shortened Achilles tendon and severe flat feet, every step he takes forces him onto his toes, straining his body and turning what should be a joyful childhood milestone into a daily physical struggle.
Yahya doesn't just need sympathy—he needs specialized pediatric care, physical therapy, and custom orthotics to stand tall and walk without pain.
Every retweet, word of guidance, or support brings us one step closer to giving Yahya the healthy future he deserves. Please don't scroll past. 💔
#HelpYahya #PediatricOrthopedics #ToeWalking #PhysicalTherapy #MedicalAppeal
Watching your child struggle to take simple, painless steps breaks a parent's heart.
This is Yahya. Because of a shortened Achilles tendon and severe flat feet, every step he takes forces him onto his toes, straining his body and turning what should be a joyful childhood milestone into a daily physical struggle.
Yahya doesn't just need sympathy—he needs specialized pediatric care, physical therapy, and custom orthotics to stand tall and walk without pain.
Every retweet, word of guidance, or support brings us one step closer to giving Yahya the healthy future he deserves. Please don't scroll past. 💔
#HelpYahya #PediatricOrthopedics #ToeWalking #PhysicalTherapy #MedicalAppeal
Please donate to Rozan Elmasry's verified campaign to care for her two small kids. Yahya badly needs milk to survive and thrive. But the campaign is very low.
Even a small donation would help.
https://t.co/57OqKvziVq
Jeffrey St Clair on CounterPunch:
“+ As the rainy season approaches in the Gaza Strip, at least 450 camps for displaced Palestinians have been identified as being at high risk of flooding. These sites provide shelter for an estimated 464,402 people.”
magine complaining about 20 minutes without AC. In Gaza, we are currently analyzing the underlying health conditions of being buried under rubble for hours with zero ventilation. Check your privilege; it’s sticking to your sweat."
#PrayForDavid#ToughTimes#AirConditioningCrisis
Why the fuck would ANYONE wanna visit a place that intentionally killed children almost daily for two years straight?! Fuck israel and everyone who supports the babykillers.
In an era where genocide is systematically sanitized by Western institutions, @MihaiGingu’s work is pure intellectual resistance. Thank you for refusing to let our erasure be comfortable, and for holding a mirror to the world’s silence. Deep love and gratitude from Gaza. ❤️🇵🇸"
Why the fuck would ANYONE wanna visit a place that intentionally killed children almost daily for two years straight?! Fuck israel and everyone who supports the babykillers.
How can the frail thinness of a concrete wall possess such cruel power—to divide breath from silence, life from death? 💔
In that shelter, we mistook a brief pause for safety. Two weeks later, a strike ripped through the classroom directly next to ours. Nothing stood between us and total annihilation except the thickness of a single wall.
On our side of that terrifying divide, we survived—gasping for air through dust, terror, and total disbelief… my husband, my children, and I.
On the other side, my heart was torn in two. I lost my brother, his wife, their innocent children (Julia, Jafra, Bashir, and Mohammad), and my husband’s brother (Ibrahim).
In a fraction of a second, the wall remained standing, but half my soul was crushed beneath the rubble. Death passed so closely against our skin, carving names out of our lives while sparing our bodies.
Since that tragedy, whenever an explosion shakes the ground, I don't just fear the bomb—I see that cursed wall. I think about how fragile human flesh is, and how my 4-year-old Ayloul and my baby Yahya must now grow up learning to count the ghosts of those we loved.
We didn't truly survive. Survival here is merely a prolonged grief, living with a shattered heart that forever wanders through the debris.
Please, don't let our agony turn into mere numbers in the news. Don't let our story be forgotten. 🕊️
#Gaza #CeasefireNow #EyesOnGaza
How can the frail thinness of a concrete wall possess such cruel power—to divide breath from silence, life from death? 💔
In that shelter, we mistook a brief pause for safety. Two weeks later, a strike ripped through the classroom directly next to ours. Nothing stood between us and total annihilation except the thickness of a single wall.
On our side of that terrifying divide, we survived—gasping for air through dust, terror, and total disbelief… my husband, my children, and I.
On the other side, my heart was torn in two. I lost my brother, his wife, their innocent children (Julia, Jafra, Bashir, and Mohammad), and my husband’s brother (Ibrahim).
In a fraction of a second, the wall remained standing, but half my soul was crushed beneath the rubble. Death passed so closely against our skin, carving names out of our lives while sparing our bodies.
Since that tragedy, whenever an explosion shakes the ground, I don't just fear the bomb—I see that cursed wall. I think about how fragile human flesh is, and how my 4-year-old Ayloul and my baby Yahya must now grow up learning to count the ghosts of those we loved.
We didn't truly survive. Survival here is merely a prolonged grief, living with a shattered heart that forever wanders through the debris.
Please, don't let our agony turn into mere numbers in the news. Don't let our story be forgotten. 🕊️
#Gaza #CeasefireNow #EyesOnGaza
How can the frail thinness of a concrete wall possess such cruel power—to divide breath from silence, life from death? 💔
In that shelter, we mistook a brief pause for safety. Two weeks later, a strike ripped through the classroom directly next to ours. Nothing stood between us and total annihilation except the thickness of a single wall.
On our side of that terrifying divide, we survived—gasping for air through dust, terror, and total disbelief… my husband, my children, and I.
On the other side, my heart was torn in two. I lost my brother, his wife, their innocent children (Julia, Jafra, Bashir, and Mohammad), and my husband’s brother (Ibrahim).
In a fraction of a second, the wall remained standing, but half my soul was crushed beneath the rubble. Death passed so closely against our skin, carving names out of our lives while sparing our bodies.
Since that tragedy, whenever an explosion shakes the ground, I don't just fear the bomb—I see that cursed wall. I think about how fragile human flesh is, and how my 4-year-old Ayloul and my baby Yahya must now grow up learning to count the ghosts of those we loved.
We didn't truly survive. Survival here is merely a prolonged grief, living with a shattered heart that forever wanders through the debris.
Please, don't let our agony turn into mere numbers in the news. Don't let our story be forgotten. 🕊️
#Gaza #CeasefireNow #EyesOnGaza
@abierkhatib "Speaking from Gaza, where we are denied even the most basic human rights, you hit the nail on the head. Equality shouldn't be terrifying, but to those who oppress us, it is."
@lunalunabraga "Sending you love and gratitude from Gaza! Thank you for standing with us and speaking up for those in need. Please take care of yourself. ❤️