Every statistic hides a story. Behind every number—there is a name, a face, a life erased. The occupation kills 2 medical workers every day — souls who ran toward the wounded, not away from danger. It kills a journalist every 3 days, silencing one more truth before it can reach

I ache to see my home again — even if all that remains of it is dust and broken stone. To lay my hand upon its wounded walls, to breathe the air still heavy with grief and gunpowder. But I cannot. The occupier has rooted himself where my laughter once bloomed, where every street

Humanitarian Appeal from Gaza My name is Mohammed Odeh, from the Gaza Strip. I am a student of Computer Engineering who dreams of completing my Bachelor’s degree and building a future of knowledge and contribution. The ongoing war has destroyed my home, my university, and my

Every time I sit with a Palestinian prisoner who was abducted by the occupation, I hear stories of torture inside the prisons that are beyond imagination and unbearable in their brutality. The worst method of torture he experienced in the Nazi Zionist occupation prisons was when

Every time I sit with a Palestinian prisoner who was abducted by the occupation, I hear stories of torture inside the prisons that are beyond imagination and unbearable in their brutality. The worst method of torture he experienced in the Nazi Zionist occupation prisons was when

The death you can see with your eyes has long ended — but another has begun, one that cannot be seen. It hides beneath the rubble of my home, behind the window of my tent. It wakes me at night; I hear its whisper, feel its shadow pressing against my chest. You may not see it on

يا ربي القهر 💔💔💔💔 حسبي الله ونعم الوكيل في العرب والمسلمين اللي تسببوا في هذا. يا الله، للبيت رب يحميه

With every moment, my dream and future are delayed, as my education is halted. 💔

تخيل عزيزي انه في خبر عاجل عن جلوس وفدين فلسطينيين مع بعض بعد ما مصر اقنعتهم.. تخيل عزيزي لوين الانقسام؟! تخيل واصلين مرحلة انه جلوس فلسطينيين مع بعض يعتبر خبر عاجل للقنوات الفضائية. الله يوفق

My medications have dwindled, the crossings to the health and medical sector are closed, and they are very expensive.

Thank you my friend, we love you from Gaza 🇵🇸🍉✌️

In a modest school in Deir al-Balah, children stand in line — their clothes simple, their backpacks worn, yet their eyes filled with quiet determination. They prepare to return to the lessons stolen from them by occupation — two long years of deprivation, traded for the sound of

Civilians in Khan Yunis, hands bound and their sight stripped away, stand forced before the lens. A photograph taken not to record truth, but to immortalize humiliation. An image captured by a soldier who revels in the fear imposed upon a besieged people. This is not a moment of

Are you bored with my writings?

To make peace with the enemy is to walk the path of humiliation; to resist, by any means, is to walk the path of honor. Do not yield, even if they promise you equality — for our heads are far too noble to be weighed against theirs. Never let the thought of surrender nest within

How many times must we die in order to live?

I can't take it anymore

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