We are still alive in Gaza… 🥹🇵🇸
Despite everything, we are still trying to hold on.
If you see this photo, please don’t scroll past in silence.
Write anything — even a single dot means so much to us and reminds us that we are not alone. 🥹💔🙏
Still can’t believe people lost their minds over the “40 beheaded babies” and “babies in the ovens” fake stories, then went silent while Palestinian and Lebanese children were being blown apart in real time.
“climate change is the result of what we did to the planet” we? WHO’S WE? me taking a slightly longer showers vs. billionaire taking private jets around the globe for shits and giggles? the corporate greed making a bunch of shit we don’t need to make money? there’s no “we”
No cure for endometriosis. No proper management for menopause. No adequate symptomatic relief for menstrual discomfort. But let’s get handicapped sperm a wheelchair to make not so healthy babies because it would make men feel strong.
The use of AI is becoming so blatant that even those lamenting AI's energy footprint, are using AI for the most basic tasks. And guess what, it's not even good!
Install Canva pls
Even now, I still don’t understand why children’s toys are banned from entering Gaza.
We are talking about dolls, balls, simple toys, and even kites, as if they are something dangerous or weapons capable of threatening an entire city. For more than three years, children have been deprived of the simplest things that should be part of their childhood.
Children in Gaza have no safe places to play, no parks, no normal schools, and no life that resembles the lives of children anywhere else. They have grown up among rubble and tents, learning fear, displacement, and loss before learning how to play. Even small moments of joy have become incredibly rare.
Every truck entering Gaza is thoroughly inspected and monitored, yet children’s toys remain banned. What danger could there possibly be in a doll, a ball, or a kite? The world talks about humanity and children’s rights, while the children of Gaza are denied even their most basic right: to play.
The war may end one day and homes may be rebuilt, but the years stolen from these children’s childhoods will never come back. A home can be rebuilt, but you cannot bring back a child’s laughter, years of play, or the childhood memories they were supposed to have.
An entire generation is growing up without ever knowing what childhood was supposed to be.