"Peace and Freedom" by viro (via Artists Against Apartheid)
“Found dead”
She and her family were murderd by the IOF
Joe Biden has called for an “immediate ceasefire” in Gaza, telling Benjamin Netanyahu that future US support for Israel will depend on it taking concrete action to protect civilians and aid workers. As the two leaders held their first phone call since Israeli airstrikes killed seven employees of the international food charity World Central Kitchen (WCK), Biden issued the strongest US rebuke toward Israel since the start of the conflict. In Thursday’s call, which lasted less than 30 minutes, the US president “made clear the need for Israel to announce and implement a series of specific, concrete and measurable steps to address civilian harm, humanitarian suffering and the safety of aid workers”, the White House said in a statement.
☁️ I Share My Pain Every Day… But Is There Any Humanity Left?
Every day, I post photos of my family.
My children. Our broken home.
Not because I want to.
But because I’m forced to.
Because silence kills us faster than bombs😓💔.
This is Hamoud, my little boy🥹🫂.
He used to dream of becoming a doctor.
Now, he just dreams of a meal… a bed… a safe night without crying😭💔.
“Mama, will we eat today?”
“Mama, can we go back home?”
He whispers this with big teary eyes…
And I lie to him — because that’s all I can give him.
Chickens have vanished.
Sugar, oil, bread — unaffordable luxuries.
Prices have gone mad.
We are told to leave our homes over and over. Where to? No one knows.
The world just watches.
And keeps scrolling.
I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m begging for action.
If you see this, don’t turn away.
Share this. Speak about it.
Help me save Hamoud.
His life depends on people like you — people with hearts.
"Silence is a choice. And it's killing us"
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Good morning. This might be my last message from the city of Rafah. The occupation [Israel] is carrying out crazy fire. Violent belts. As you’re hearing, there are helicopters. Planes and gunfire from the vehicles. There’s a complete invasion of the city.
We don’t know what is going on in Rafah. The place that the occupation [Israel] claimed to be safe. This is happening all of a sudden; the people didn’t go out. They didn’t do anything. More than thirty targets were hit in just minutes. People were asleep. We woke up to the bombing, to the shooting from the helicopters. It was horrifying. Unacceptable. This might be my last message. Please relay it to the world.
— Hazem, journalist residing in Rafah; 02.11.2024
Rafah was Palestinians’ very last safe zone. There is quite literally nowhere else left to go. And now it’s being bombed with airstrike after airstrike.
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I (finally) had a day off work and it was only 104 degrees outside, so I decided to go see that new fangled turts movie.
Best on-screen vomit since Avengers: Endgame 10/10
Obviously I had to doodle best boy.
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I am a human being, My family and our children are innocent people who love life.
speaking to you with a heavy and painful heart. I am sorry that I had to ask for help from you, but what we are living is what pushed me to do this.
If you knew how my children and I are living right now, you would weep for us.Our situation is extremely difficult—our home has been completely destroyed, and we have nothing left.I am only asking for a little— a small donation, a share, or even a like. Any of these could help us get food and give us a chance to leave Gaza for a safe place.
I swear to you I can't support my family I beg you for the sake of our children
I believe this video destroys all your doubts!
These things are untouchable because expensive
I swear we crave vegetables
In these pictures My sons , My nephews, nieces My sister's children
So PLEASE I ask your kind hearts to help meby DONATING or SHARING as much as u can
Your contribution means everything to us and in these difficult times
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🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
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.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚