This is the last photo of Gazan photojournalists Haitham Abdel-Wahed and Nidal Al-Whaidi at Erez Crossing on Oct 7, 2023. They were kidnapped by Israeli forces and disappeared so far. No news about them since then. Their Western colleagues have literally never mentioned them once.

“They were careless people, Tom and Daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

People have pointed to the fuller context of this clip as though it morally mitigates the literal both sides'ing of a genocide and rendering of Israelis as just products of trauma. This is very much a negation of reality and, at best, a liberal zionist talking point that coddles the genocidaires and makes Israelis/Jewish people perpetual victims. The Israelis are not slaughtering Palestinians because they're traumatized from the Holocaust - we have many populations who've experienced genocide (which include concentration camps, rape of women, significant loss of total population, loss of language, etc) who are not incinerating entire families. The Israelis are slaughtering Palestinians (and the Lebanese) because they are an expansionist ethno-supremacist state that runs on a system of apartheid and an ideology that sees Arabs, in particular, as inconvenient subhumans necessitating eradication. @AbdulElSayed

My son Adam does not remember our home. Not because he forgot it… But because he never really had the chance to know what having a home means in the first place. Adam was born at the beginning of the war and has grown up throughout its years. When he began opening his eyes to the world, he did not see the life I had dreamed of showing him. He never knew his room. He never knew his little bed. He never knew a cupboard filled with his toys. He never knew what it means for a child to wake up in the morning, walk safely through his home, and sit down to play without being afraid of a sound coming from the sky. Adam learned something else. He learned the tent. He learned displacement. He learned that we pack our belongings and move from one place to another. He learned the sounds of warplanes and explosions. He learned how people run when there is a nearby strike. He learned the water lines. He learned that his father goes out searching for food and comes back exhausted. He learned the unbearable heat inside the tent during summer, and the cold and rain during winter. For a small child, these things became part of normal life. One day, Emad was talking about our old home. He said that he used to have a room for his toys. Adam looked at him in surprise and asked: “You had a playroom, Emad?” His question stopped me. For Emad, the playroom is a beautiful memory of something he lost. For Adam, it is something he cannot even remember. And then I realized something that broke my heart: The war did not only take Adam’s home away from him… It even took away his chance to have a memory of what home feels like. When I say “our old home” in front of him, I don’t know what he imagines. Does he even know what it feels like to have a home you can return to? Does he know that children are not supposed to sleep in tents? Does he know that carrying water is not supposed to be a daily part of childhood? Adam is growing up now. And I am watching his childhood pass before my eyes in the middle of this war. Sometimes he laughs, plays, and runs around the tent, and I feel happy because despite everything, he is still able to be a child. Then I remember that this child thinks this is what the world is supposed to look like. And that is what hurts me the most. I dream of the day when I can hold his hand and walk with him into a safe home. I want to tell him: “Look, Adam… this is our home.” I want him to have a room. A bed. And toys scattered across the floor that I can ask him to tidy up. I want to complain about my children making a mess instead of fearing for their lives. I want Adam to know that life is not bombing, displacement, a tent, and a line for water. I want him to know that the world is much bigger than the small space in which he has spent his childhood. Emad remembers the home we lost… But Adam— I dream of the day when, for the first time in his life, he will finally know what it means to have a home. 💔

The Phoenix has returned to life and will only soar high in the sky.

A Palestinian woman screams with a broken heart: "Fares is gone.. he was martyred and joined his father, they bombed our home." What heart can bear this scene?

Obama didn’t say one fucking word about Palestine when his demented sidekick, Joe Biden, was in office funding Israel for 15 months.

this is really good, though i kept worrying that one instrumentalist was going to bump his head on the upper bunk bed 🎶

This is an urgent emergency, my friend. Please share this tweet so it reaches more people. My daughter's surgery is the day after tomorrow. Time is not on our side. Please.

imagine being the mother of five young children, one a newborn, & one of your children is in critical need of urgent medical care.. 🥺😭

✨🇨🇳From "love at first sight" to "being together day and night", Xi Jinping and his wife Peng Liyuan have walked hand in hand for more than 30 years.

This fundraising campaign using my name is fake and completely unauthorized. I have never created, authorized, or promoted any fundraising campaign, nor have I ever asked anyone to collect money on my behalf or asked anyone for money. I never will. If you come across this or any fundraising campaign using my name, please do not donate. Please report it and let me know.

Today was my son Emad’s first day of school. It was such a beautiful day. 💔 We faced many difficulties trying to enroll him in this school because so many schools in Gaza have been destroyed during the war. This school is nearly 3 kilometers away from our tent, but the long walk does not matter. What matters most is that my son Emad was so happy today. Every day, Emad and I will walk 3 kilometers to school and another 3 kilometers back. I will wait for him outside the school until he finishes his classes, and then we will walk back together. This is me—a father from Gaza who simply wants to see his child learn, receive an education, and achieve his dreams. And perhaps I am not the only father doing this. Along the way, I saw many parents walking with their children, and others were waiting with me outside the school for their children to finish. 💔 All I wished for today was for life in Gaza to become safe again, for our children to live in peace and security, and for education, peace, and safety to spread throughout our land. 🍉🇵🇸

Before becoming China’s First Lady, Peng Liyuan was already a star known by millions across China. A renowned folk singer, she joined the People’s Liberation Army at 18 and later rose to the rank of major general. She also became famous for performing at the Chinese New Year Gala and on major national stages. In this clip, Peng Liyuan performs “The North Wind Blows,” one of China’s best-known songs linked to its theatrical and cultural heritage.

Here is an account of horrific sexual violence among the TESCREAL cults. But the mainstream media is too busy exhaling them instead of exposing these ghouls. How many more should suffer? 😡 What the actual fuck does it take to take these ghouls out? theasterisk.substack.com/p/t…

She is a famous soprano singer. She is China’s first master’s degree recipient in national vocal music. She is a professor. China’s First Lady radiates far‑reaching grace.

Unbelievably grim. After running out of young men to pack off to slaughter for the proxy war Ukraine has turned to the women, as depraved war booster Keith Kellogg demanded. Ukraine is already in demographic collapse, with 0.9 births to every 3 deaths. This will finish it off

Since I moved, my mother and I have been living in different places, far away from each other. With the difficulty of transportation and getting around, I’ve been able to visit her less often. Today, I went to see her for the first time in 10 days. I found her cooking over a fire despite her age. Unfortunately, there is no cooking gas, so I joined her and helped her cook. They were beautiful moments, despite how difficult they were.

This is my beloved mother… I documented this video during our last displacement from Beit Hanoun, when we were ordered to evacuate but could not find any safe transport due to the extreme danger. We carried only a few belongings—some clothes and food. With love and mercy, my mother told me: “Leave me and go. Don’t put your life in danger. I can’t walk because of the pain in my feet.” But I refused to let her even think that way. I told her: “My very existence is to serve you and stay by your side. My life is dedicated to your happiness.” She cried and said: “You have a bright future and a dignified life ahead of you. Hurry before the bombing gets worse.” Yet I could never abandon her. We walked nearly 10 kilometers on foot between Beit Hanoun and Gaza, hiding behind sand barriers every time the shelling and gunfire intensified. And today, once again, we are being ordered to flee. How long will we remain trapped in this endless cycle of displacement? Will we survive, or will our lives end while trying to escape from one displacement to another? We are truly exhausted from this silence and neglect. I beg you, for the millionth time: please donate, stand with us, help us survive.👇👇 chuffed.org/project/195080-s… @willmenaker @EvaKBartlett @ghadifrancis @tksshawa

I have not stopped dreaming, despite a whole year having passed. I was accepted into a postgraduate program at the University of Valencia, and for the past year I have been waiting to be evacuated so that I can join the university. Behind this long wait is a dream, a future, and an ambition. I hope this dream will not be lost, and that I will be given the opportunity to continue my studies. 🙏