Cut Through The Noise

"People digging deeper and deeper holes
And it's overwhelming, it really is
I do not blame you
Sometimes you feel that your voice is too small
I feel that way too"

Against a red background is a shadow of a deep hole with the Muslim woman at the bottom, hugging her knees. Above, an IDF soldier looks down, holding a rifle. The text of the poem goes down the hole.

"But despite that, I urge you to keep going
And demand for what's right
Even it sounds like a whimper
You're still joining in the fight"

Three panels with a red background in the panels and a black background for the page. In the first panel, a green-coloured arm comes out from the screen and into the panel, offering her hand to the Muslim woman who is surprised. In the second panel, the green-coloured woman is revealed to be a resistance fighter wearing the keffiyeh as she grabs the edge of the panel and etends her hand outside the panel. The third panel is a close-up shot of the Muslim woman grabbing the resistance fighter's arm.

"And soon the rest of us will join
We can stand together here
We can cut through the white noise
And make our message clear"

Above the page is black cracking into the red background. Below the text is the resistance fighter looking determined as she grips the hand of the Muslim woman, now also coloured green, who looks very glad to see her. Behind them is a shouting crowd protesting for Palestine. Some of them hold signs saying "CEASEFIRE NOW" and "From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free".

Cut Through The Noise

Even as the strike ends, the Palestinian genocide has not.

Now more than ever, there are so many conflicting voices. People with their own self-serving, hateful motivations speak over us, and sometimes our own voices can turn against us. We may feel like our voice isn't enough or we aren't doing enough.

This is why it's so important to learn to shut down that noise. No matter how much people scream that what we're doing is useless or a waste of time, keep talking. Keep talking about Palestine. Keep talking about Palestine for as long as this goes on, both online and in real life. If Israel won't end their genocide, we won't end our protest.

Below is a list of what you can do and the poem transcript.

Check and spread this post which contains a comprehensive list on how to help Palestine.

Learn about the history of Palestine and how the displacement and eventual genocide of Palestinians started in 1948.

Learn more about Palestine, the myths surrounding it and the arguments debunking it.

Boycott companies who are either directly or indirectly supporting and finding Palestine's genocide.

Click a button to raise funds for UNRWA – an organisation aiding Palestinian refugees.

Attend a protest.

Help Gazans stay connected by purchasing eSims for them.

Donate to the following organizations – any amount, no matter how small, goes a long way:

UNWRA

Care for Gaza

Medical Aid for Palestinians

Palestine Children's Relief Fund

Islamic Relief

Here's another post detailing more charities you can donate to

And most importantly of all: Don't Stop Talking About Palestine! However you interpret it as – creating art, talking to the people in your life, emailing and calling your representatives, even reblogging and making posts – make your voice loud and clear!

— Poem Transcript —

There's a lot of noise right now

Screams dehumanizing poor souls

Groans from those in willful ignorance

People digging deeper and deeper holes

And it's overwhelming, it really is

I do not blame you

Sometimes you feel that your voice is too small

I feel that way too

But despite that, I urge you to keep going

And demand for what's right

Even it sounds like a whimper

You're still joining in the fight

And soon the rest of us will join

We can stand together here

We can cut through the white noise

And make our message clear

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