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For days when we feel low….

أسطول الصمود العالمي: سفننا تتعرض لهجوم من قبل القوات الإسرائيلية

Looks like potential insider trading to us. Does this look like insider trading to you? Over 3,600 stock trades by Trump since Jan. Absolutely unprecedented. This will be investigated.

@Ziadaz26 Words that bury the World in shame, words that should never exist if there was an ounce of sincerity in all our systems and institutions based on merely platitudes when the victim doesn’t fit the mould.

The Seventy-Eighth Year of an Ongoing Nakba I. Balcony Over Jerusalem It began two years and a few months ago. We woke to the sound of sirens. Jerusalem was at war, or that was the name they gave it at the beginning. My brother was sleeping in my old apartment, the cold apartment that no longer exists now, like many things that disappeared from our lives afterwards. I walked toward the balcony. The sky above Jerusalem was blue, interrupted by smoke and fire crossing from one horizon to another. I stood there silently for a moment before saying: “Israel will massacre Gaza.” My brother looked at me. “They are going to kill many people?” “Yes.” “Five thousand?” I kept looking at the sky. “No. Fifty thousand.” I did not say it out of prophecy. I said it because I knew the Israeli mentality well enough. A mentality built on the dehumanization of the Palestinian, on the belief that Palestinian life carries no equal weight, and on the conviction that deterrence is born through overwhelming death. In our part of the world, deterrence has always meant the bodies of civilians. Children. Women. Men. Trees. Anything breathing. Days passed, and the world gathered around Israel as if attending the coronation of violence itself. They came to him, kissed his hands, and told him: Defend our civilization. Unleash hell. And hell was unleashed. Within months, hundreds of thousands across the world rose in anger against the smell of blood and burnt flesh, against the images of infants gathered into plastic bags, against the silence surrounding the destruction of Gaza. But none of it mattered. Not then. Not now. Even while crowds marched through capitals every week, Israel continued believing that it could erase the Palestinian from Gaza, from the West Bank, from Jerusalem itself, as if history could be cleansed through fire. We mourned together without knowing what mourning was supposed to achieve. We stopped sleeping. We stopped leaving our screens. Every morning began with Gaza. Every afternoon carried Gaza. Every night ended with Gaza. The genocide became a climate rather than an event. Something breathed into every hour. And we could do nothing except watch. Every Palestinian outside Gaza, whether in Jerusalem, Haifa, Ramallah, Beirut, London, or the scattered geography of exile, carried the same unbearable feeling: helplessness. Israel made certain that helplessness spread everywhere. People were arrested for speaking. Others were hunted for mourning. And to say the word genocide became enough to place your humanity on trial. Suddenly the world demanded that we defend ourselves from accusations while our people were still being pulled from beneath concrete. We were expected to explain why our dead deserved language. But how could I spend my days debating accusations while Gaza itself was collapsing in front of us? How could I explain history to people who wanted the Palestinian to appear from nowhere, stripped from memory, stripped from land, stripped from context? Everything always returns to the beginning. To the first removal. To the first village burned. To the first child forced toward exile. To the sentence that poisoned an entire century: A land without a people. As if we had never stood here. As if our dead beneath this earth belonged to nobody. We grew up learning to carry refugee camps with pride, because dignity was the only inheritance left to us. The camp became more than tents and concrete. It became courage. Sacrifice. Steadfastness. Memory. But perhaps we became tired. Tired of generations being asked to transform suffering into poetry while the world perfected the art of watching. I saw children killed in refugee camps before I fully understood politics. I learned early what an Israeli soldier meant. I learned what it meant to bury someone only hours after speaking with him. I learned the feeling of another man’s blood drying on your hands while carrying him through….

Read that again: “on community kitchen”

Israeli Army Radio: “The government approved today a decision to confiscate buildings on Bab al-Silsila Street in the Old City of Jerusalem. Around 50 buildings inhabited by Muslim residents will be evacuated, and settlers will be brought in to live there.”

A message here from @HalimaNyomi to Tommy Robinson and his followers - a powerful history lesson, in its full context, effectively setting the record straight on the English flag featuring the Cross of St George. Powerful & true….

Breaking🚨: Kareem Nassar was killed by Israel less than 24 hours after his wedding in an airstrike on Gaza City. I don’t have words anymore. I can’t even bear it. 💔

Led By Donkeys do it again 😭👏👏👏👏 Immigration makes Britain brilliant ❤️ Let’s make this go viral 👇

Nigel Farage, "At Michael Barrymore's house they removed all the ashtrays, on the basis that they chuck all the fags in the pool." Can't imagine the outrage if they found a clip of Zack Polanski saying this. Imagine there will be silence because it's Nigel Farage.

I think all MP's should be audited every year.

50,000 people in Lake Tahoe have been told to find a new power source because their Utility company is redirecting their power lines to data centers. You ready to revolt yet?

The new American Dream is make enough money to leave America.

People dumping Trump over gas prices and not child rape is scary.

"Criticism of Israel is not antisemitic " Retweet if you agree with Corbyn

@ByDonkeys ❤️🔥

Immigration makes Britain brilliant.

Israel is dropping bombs on children in South Lebanon burying them alive beneath the rubble. This is what they call a “ceasefire.”

Massive rallies to commemorate the 78th anniversary of the Nakba! Thousands demonstrated in the heart of the American city of New York, raising Palestinian flags and banners demanding justice and freedom, coinciding with the anniversary of the Palestinian Nakba.