Don't stop talking about Palestine
Kamal Adwan Hospital was targeted with an IOF airstrike earlier today which has forced everyone in the hospital to evacuate. More war crimes, more silence.
Video: @karamnaji1
Peter, not slept in 2 days and on a minecraft binge: no, no Mr. Stark dont turn the lights off or else the mobs will spawn
Tony, standing by the labs light switch: the who
noooooo Riso don’t hold it in it doesn’t do anything
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"What Israel is doing right now has nothing to do with antisemitism.
What Israel is doing right now is a Genocide.
What Israel has been doing for the past 75 years is Apartheid, is Occupation.
There is no need for any one of us to serve in the IDF.
The IDF should not exist.
The state of Israel should not exist."
Meital Yaniv,
Formet Israeli soldier and US-based anti-Zionist organizer
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I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
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phf is still rewiring my brain
If you criticize a state and they accuse you of criticizing a religion, you know they can’t justify themselves. They can only try to delegitimize you.
Seema Jilani, an American doctor who spent two weeks in Gaza, says what's happening in Gaza is a failure of humanity on ABC news.