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Starving doctor trying to save starving people. What a world we live in.

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Israel has just bombed a tent in Khan Younis. Four people were killed. One of them was Dr. Mousa Khafaja, obstetrics and gynecology consultant at Nasser Hospital

Urgent Humanitarian Appeal Jamal Abu Shamala (8 years old) suffers from complete paralysis, severe neurological seizures, and critical malnutrition. He urgently needs to travel for treatment outside Gaza-before it's too late. To contact his mother: +972 59 224 6211 مناشدة إنسانية عاجلة الطفل جمال أبو شمالة (8 سنوات) يعاني من شلل كامل وتشنجات عصبية حادة وسوء تغدية خطير. يحتاج للسفر العاجل للعلاج خارج غزة قبل فوات الأوان. للتواصل مع والدته: 00972592246211

Today, I sat by the sea. The wind moved in gusts. The water was gray. I had come seeking silence, but it was already there, settled like dust over everything. Two girls passed. Barefoot. Their dresses were torn at the edges. No one stared at them. No one needed to. They were part of the scenery now, like broken stone, like rusted metal. Each carried a small, worn purse on her shoulder. In better times, such a thing would have meant joy, a gift for Eid, a sign that a child had been seen, that she mattered. Here, it was a gesture preserved out of habit. A remnant of something that no longer existed. That is Gaza. Not the bombings, not the rubble, but this: a girl walking barefoot with a handbag she cannot fill. Eid has arrived. We smile because it is expected. We say “Eid Mubarak” the way one might say “It will pass.” There is no celebration. There is only continuity. The air stinks of metal. Since yesterday, the bombings have not ceased. Families die without fanfare. The names disappear. The houses collapse. We dig through concrete with our hands. The bodies are warm for only a moment. Hospitals are full of the dead. The living are told to wait. Bread is precious. Water is bitter. Aid comes late, and too little. There are no tears left in this place, only calculations. What time to run. Where to hide. Whom to carry if it comes again. And from abroad, they speak. They wear suits. They sit in leather chairs. They call us a sacrifice. They say we are brave. That our death has meaning. It does not. A girl in rags is not a sacrifice. She is a child. She is hungry. She is walking. Cursed is the word that dignifies her suffering. Cursed is the sentence written on her behalf. We are not symbols. We are not metaphors. We are not strong, we have endured because there was no choice. We are not hopeful, we are alive because the body clings to life. And when it cannot cling, it falls. Quietly. Somewhere in this city, a mother is heating water for tea she does not have. A child waits. A plane passes. We do not look up anymore. I sat by the sea. It did not speak. #GazaGenocide‌

#FriendsOfFessgam Stigma hurts more than seizures. Myths and misconceptions keep people silent when they need support the most. Let’s change that. 💜 Speak up! Share facts! Education and awareness improves outcomes #EndEpilepsyStigma #EpilepsyAwareness #InclusionMatters

Yesterday, at Al-Awda Hospital in northern Gaza, a girl-child came into this world, and the world rejected her. She had no brain. Not in the poetic sense of innocence or purity, but anatomically, literally: anencephaly. No cerebrum. No future thought, no dreams, no memory to be made. A skull empty of purpose. She was full-term. Her mother carried her for nine long months, through burning nights and weeping mornings, through dust, grief, and sirens. And then, birth. But no life to save. Only silence. The doctors stood helpless, mocked by the limits of their hands. I saw them, people of medicine, their skilled, sterile fingers trembling. Not from confusion, but from recognition. Teratogenic damage. Developmental failure. Genetic disfigurement, not by chance, but by war. Bombs struck not only buildings, but chromosomes. The weapons, steel, shiny, American, fell not just to destroy the present, but to corrupt the womb. To poison the idea of tomorrow. What do we call this horror? Radiation? Dioxins? Depleted uranium? Invisible toxins that do not kill quickly, they wait. They embed, cross placental walls, and twist the neural tube. They disrupt life before it begins. There are more cases. Miscarriages. Premature births. Malformed limbs. Cleft palates wider than sorrow. Spinal cords like broken scrolls. The doctors whisper now, this is no cluster. It’s a pattern. A Lancet study warns of up to 200,000 indirect victims, not from blast wounds, but from genetic harm passed down to generations unborn. But the world is deaf. It counts the dead by explosions, not deformities. It tracks casualties by limbs lost, not genes shattered. And here, beneath the rubble, the deepest wound is in the womb. I saw her yesterday. The mother. She didn’t cry. She only looked. Her arms were empty. She had carried a daughter with no brain. But the child had eyelashes. Fingers. And that’s the most terrible thing: that life tried. That the body obeyed. That, even in apocalypse, the cells kept building. Somewhere, another child may be born marked by air their mother once breathed. And they won’t know why. They say war ends. That ceasefires come. That healing is possible. But how can it end when it lives in cells? When the placenta becomes a battlefield? When biology becomes the archive of war? This is not just a war of fire and steel. It’s a war against life. Against women. Against the act of birth itself. I have seen death, bodies torn, lungs gasping under broken ribs. But never have I heard a silence as loud as when a mother delivers a child already condemned by the sky above her. And so I write. Not to accuse. Not to weep. But to remember. Because some weapons do not explode. They incubate. #GazaGenocide

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I’m going to the bank tomorrow to send hala a much needed transfer so she can care for her son who has cerebral palsy. After buying medicine & a wheel chair for him with the first transfer, little was left for food. Whatever is given today will be available to transfer tomorrow

Dr Ahmad Muhanna abducted 499 days. Dr Hussam Abu Safiya abducted 183 days. Dr Mohammed Obaid abducted 149 days. Dr. Mohammed Abu Musa abducted 372 days.

Can’t wait to donate school fees to my kid

In Gaza this month we’ve seen 15 aid workers executed and buried in a mass grave, a disabled boy burned alive in his wheelchair, and a photographer murdered with her family 24 hours after her documentary was accepted to Cannes. Yet the money and the bombs keep flowing to Israel.

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Due to brain wonkiness the discount code for my workshops wasn't working (so sorry) but it is now. It would be so helpful if you have a few spare seconds & could RT this to maybe reach a few folk who would like to sign up. Thankyou 🌿

🚨The Palestine Red Crescent Society is devastated by the killing of eight of its EMTs in Rafah, who were targeted by the Israeli army while performing their humanitarian duties. They were responding to an emergency call to assist the wounded following Israeli airstrikes in the Al-Hashashin area of Rafah in the Gaza Strip. A ninth EMT remains missing and is believed to have been detained. The names of the ambulance crew members who were killed are: 1.Mustafa Khafaja 2.Ezzedine Sha’at 3.Saleh Moammar 4.Rifaat Radwan 5.Mohammad Behloul 6.Ashraf Abu Labda 7.Mohammad Al-Hila 8.Raed Al-Sharif May mercy be upon the heroes of humanitarian work.🙏 #NotATarget #IHL #Gaza

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🚨BREAKING: Five medical staff, nurses, and wounded patients have been killed, and several others injured in an Israeli airstrike targeting the emergency building at Nasser Medical Complex in Khan Yunis, southern Gaza. The death toll is preliminary and expected to rise.

MASL stands in solidarity with health workers in #Gaza We condemn the targeting of medical facilities in the ongoing genocide which has resulted in the deaths of over 1000 health workers. #FreeDrHussamAbuSafiya