Israeli Soldier Assaults Palestinian Activist Issa Amro During Tour With American Journalists Feb. 2023

percy saying "i'm sally jackson's son!" is so........ it squeezes my heart so much. and i get it i get it. imagine your father neglecting you, his son your whole life and going to a camp that he wants to you to go to, being told he's a god, being told everyone in that camp is a demi-god -- and all of those children barely get to talk OR EVEN MEET their parental figure. how do you, how do you, how do you not break down. he's so strong

Dear friends 🫂🫂

When we resorted to asking for urgent assistance, we resorted to it because of the difficulty of life we ​​live, whether psychological, physical or material 💔

We are a Palestinian family of seven people. We were living a decent, stable life and had our dreams. Suddenly, our situation changed because of the devastating war that caused us to lose everything we owned and negatively affected my children psychologically, educationally and otherwise 😭😭

Therefore, we became in dire need of help so that we can continue living 💔

Today, after approximately 330 days of war and five months since the start of the fundraising campaign, we have reached 19000€ / 35,000€, and I am confident that you will help me reach the goal as soon as possible - I hope that everyone who sees my message will donate if possible and share it widely 🙏

Thank you very much

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸❤🤍💚🖤

Your brother / Mohammad Ayyad

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whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same:

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YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

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And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

This video is from 2021 but still holds true to this day.

It's of a Palestinian child telling an Israeli soilder to get off her land.

And this, this is unironically the biggest threat to Israel.

That the people of the world are not with them.

That they are exposed as the illegal occupation colonising land that does not belong to them, while they try to wipe out the indigenous Palestinian population.

A six year old child telling them this land isn't there's, that's what they are most afraid of.

50% of Gaza is made up of children like this.

This is who Israel want to wipe out.

Hamas even used a recording of 2 children speaking in Arabic and the Israeli soilders came running.

Not because they knew Hamas was there, but because they heard the sound of children and came running with their guns.

They are the terrorists.

They are the ones carpet combing civilians, killing Palestinians and Israeli civilians.

They are the monsters.

But they aren't feared.

Palestinians have generational trauma since the Nakba. And now it seems the trauma will continue for decades and decades to come.

The body keeps the score of what the world let happen to the Palestinians. You don't even need to see their faces to feel their nerves.

Humanity has failed a live genocide on our screens.

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let us not forget that it is not only gaza that is suffering. please remember to pray for congo, sudan and the refugees of afghanistan whose struggles are not being shown to us. just because we cannot see, does not mean it isn't happening.

“Please, let him be soft. I know you made him with gunmetal bones and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be a warrior a soldier a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me that the world needs him. The world needs his heart and his faith and his courage and his strength and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world, and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him, damn anyone that ever took anything from him, damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything until there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas until his shoulders collapse and his knees buckle and he is crushed by all he used to carry. Dear God, you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again. You can have your pick of heroes. So please, I beg you– he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine.”

— Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )