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“I ask you now: do not stop speaking about Gaza. Do not let the world look away. Keep fighting, keep telling our stories—until Palestine is free.” — Hossam Shabat, killed by Israeli forces, March 24, 2025 sourced.press/a/killing-gaza…

Hossam was killed a year ago. Hossam was just a young man who wanted to live freely in his own homeland , to exist without fear, without bombs, without occupation. Hossam never left Gaza. Gaza was all he knew, and all he wanted ,to stay, to live, to belong. Hossam didn’t just report the story ,he lived it. He sacrificed his safety, his comfort, and his future so the world would know the truth. He was constantly threatened, yet he kept going ,standing against one of the most powerful propaganda and killing machines of our time. He was a brave journalist, but beyond that, he was a son, a friend, a human being full of life ,someone who deserved to grow, to dream, and to live. Rest in eternal peace Hossam 🤍

I'm an American trauma surgeon. One year ago today I was volunteering at Nasser Medical Complex in Gaza when Israel fired a missile into the room of my 16-year-old patient, Ibrahim Barhoum. The missile killed him instantly. If it had hit the room 90 seconds later it would have killed me, too. Today the US and Israel are still blocking medical supplies from entering Gaza, and are repeating the assault on hospitals and healthcare workers across Lebanon. This is nothing but barbarism. It must be stopped.

Decades of Israeli forces killing journalists with impunity (Part I). Full piece — complete with fact-checking pages — in 🧵

The child’s name is Mohammed Ahmed Abu Asad, and he is from Gaza. Mohammed is suffering from leukemia and is currently in the intensive care unit at the Ramallah Consulting Hospital. He urgently needs a bone marrow transplant, which is only available at Tel Hashomer Hospital in Israel, a hospital that has officially agreed to admit him. Despite having a valid medical referral and full financial coverage, Israeli authorities are refusing to grant him an entry permit, citing security reasons. The only apparent reason is that the child is from Gaza. How can anyone deny a four-year-old child the right to life-saving treatment? Mohammed’s condition is deteriorating. He is beginning to lose his sight, and each day his movement becomes more difficult. He lost his father to the same illness a year and a half ago, and now he faces this battle alone with his grieving mother. Although efforts have been made at multiple levels within the Palestinian Authority to secure his transfer, the refusal persists. This beautiful child’s life hangs in the balance.

I was planning to visit my father’s grave in UAE post genocide .. but after everything happening in Sudan .. I choose to boycott the UAE .. Everyone needs to boycott the UAE and Israel

This is an invaluable project, brilliantly executed.

We’re making the ebook and audiobook free for everyone. The genocide and the occupation are funded with our money and backed by our governments — we all have a right to know what’s being done in our name. sourced.press/book/

Two years ago today, Israeli tanks fired on journalists in southern Lebanon, killing Issam Abdallah and severely injuring Christina Assi. The group was stationary in an open area within view of Israeli observation towers, wore vests marked “PRESS,” and worked near a car with “TV” in large print on its hood. As with the hundreds of journalists killed by Israeli forces since, no one has been charged.

Israeli occupation forces have just killed my third son, Ibraheem.. RIP my dear son.

Dear Diary, Yesterday hit me hard, like so many days do here in our ghetto of Palestine. I headed to the old barbershop, that little haven where we Palestinians gather to have fun, crack jokes, and pretend for a moment that the weight of the world isn't crushing us. We were watching the TV, cheering on a football match, trying to steal a sliver of normalcy. Then, out of nowhere, the chaos erupted, with Israeli occupation soldiers storming our street, lobbing tear gas canisters, and gunfire cracking through the air. We slammed the doors shut, killed the lights, and stayed quiet in the dark, hearts pounding, waiting for the boot to kick in the door. Every one of us imagining the worst: beatings, arrests, or bullets just for existing as Palestinians. My legs were shaking, same as my buddies', and we tried to laugh it off, teasing each other about our shakes, spinning dark jokes about what might come next to drown out the terror outside. An hour dragged by, like eternity, before the soldiers finally pulled back. I slipped home to my old parents, who were scared, blowing up my phone with worried texts. I wrapped them in hugs, kissed their cheeks, and collapsed into bed, my mind racing through the nightmare we'd just survived. How much longer can we Palestinians hold on under this endless siege of oppression? Sleep finally claimed me as dawn broke. The next day, I jolted awake from a sweat-soaked nightmare, Israeli troops chasing me like prey, guns blazing, ready to end it all. I woke up to sirens wailing in the distance, my chest tight, breaths coming in ragged gasps. I stumbled out of my room to see what fresh hell was unfolding, and bam, a tear gas grenade detonated right at our doorstep. My cat freaked, clawing at the window to get in; I scooped her up quick. Dad rushed back from his clinic nearby, and together with Mom, both in their seventies, frail and gasping, we barricaded every door and window against the choking chemicals in their gas. Their eyes streamed with tears, faces twisted in pain from the gas, and it lit a fire in my veins, pure rage boiling over at the sight of my old parents suffering like this. These last few days? Not a soul in our town has lifted a finger in “violence,” no stones thrown, no resistance at all. Yet here come the Israeli forces, invading under cover of night, terrorizing us to flex their control, and baiting us for any excuse to escalate. It happens at least three or four times a week here. They also put iron gates on our town's entrances, locking us in or out on their whims, like we're animals in a cage. This is just a raw, tiny slice of the daily hell we unarmed and defenseless Palestinians endure under Israel's brutal occupation and apartheid regime. When will the world wake up? October 4 & 5, 2025

Full piece, with fact-checking notes: sourced.press/a/israel-killi…

Here’s how Israeli forces killed British documentary filmmaker James Miller in 2003. As with the journalists and media workers killed during the ongoing genocide (217 in the first 15 months alone), and at least 19 others killed before October 2023, no one has ever been charged.

Almost 1 million emails have been sent to the foreign offices of the countries represented by the Global Sumud Flotilla. Italy and Spain are now sending naval ships to safeguard the flotilla. Other countries are now under pressure to act and protect their civilians.

❗️ALERT❗️@gbsumudflotilla has been attacked 7 times in a short span! Boats hit with sound bombs, explosive flares, and sprayed with suspected chemicals. Radios jammed, calls for help blocked. Immediate international attention AND PROTECTION required! Hands off the Flotilla!

I want u to hear these 2 doctors from Australia sending their last words, fully aware they could be killed any second. What they’re describing is horror that defies belief. 70% of their patients are kids…

Israel’s killing of Shireen Abu Akleh: Clip 2 in our series on Israel’s decades-long record of killing journalists with impunity. Full piece — with fact-checking pages — in 🧵