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The artwork is a depiction of a historical event that involved the massacre of Aboriginal children that occurred in the colonization of Australia. As described in 'Massacres to Mining: the Colonization of Aboriginal Australia' by Janine Roberts, an Aboriginal person recounts how her mother would sit and cry and tell the story of how Aboriginal children were murdered during the colonization years: "They buried our babies in the ground with only their heads above the ground. All in a row they were. Then they had tests to see who could kick the babies' head off the furthest. One man clubbed a baby's head off from horseback."

Israel dropped bombs on Jawad’s home in Beirut, Lebanon — entirely flattening it. He’s been missing under the rubble for 3 days now. His mother is still waiting for him.

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23 years ago, American activist Rachel Corrie was crushed to d*ath by an Israeli bulldozer as she tried to stop the demolition of a Palestinian home in Gaza.

like are you kidding me.

A escravidão foi e É o pior crime da humanidade

Guess who made it through two years of genocide and tomorrow sits her last final exam in 4th year med school in Gaza.

Yesterday morning, israeli soldiers shot and killed 9-year-old Ritaj Rayhan in Beit Lahia, North Gaza. Ritaj was shot in the head while sitting inside her classroom tent among all of her fellow 3rd grade classmates.

I made a cup of coffee and sat down to revise for my 4th year finals — and suddenly, everything came flooding back. The last two and a half years. The bombs. The hunger. The displacement. The fear. The hospitals under attack. The universities destroyed. The training hospitals damaged. The healthcare system collapsing. The academic system collapsing. My professors killed. My colleagues and friends gone. I was a medical student… and a volunteer in hospitals while bombs fell around us. I kept studying while starving. I kept attending lectures while displaced. I kept going while everything around me was falling apart. There were days I couldn’t breathe from the weight of it all. Days I was broken. Depressed. Exhausted. Convinced I couldn’t carry any more. But then the Gazan spirit appeared. The one thing they can never destroy. We grieve. We break. We fall. Then we rise — like a phoenix from the ashes. Against every possible condition, I did something I never thought I could. I survived. I continued. I endured. I didn’t give up. Today, I’m still here. Stronger. More determined. Still fighting for my future. Still fighting for my people. Still choosing hope, even in the darkest time. This is not just resilience. This is Gaza. This is the spirit of Gaza. This is our resistance through life. This is how we survive.

Never forget: American soldiers burned Iraqi farmland like it was Vietnam