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@RepBrandonGill Jesus ate with his hands. Was he uncivilized? You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Claiming to be a Christian and a congressman, this is your speech? A leader seeks to welcome and learn. EVERYONE, this psychology comprises the "system" some of us live in at ALL levels of society.

Civilized people in America don’t eat like this. If you refuse to adopt Western customs, go back to the Third World.

@aldamu_jo Write to the Children of Gaza is digital way to offer solidarity. What would you say to a child in Gaza? Check out the campaign and you're welcome to reference our stories. See The Watermelon 🍉 Diaries. To write: watermelondiaries.com To read: stories.watermelondiaries.com

Imagine living in a world where you could get arrested or suspended for saying don't kill children, because it might hurt the feelings of the killers. Berlin , Germany . Free Palestine 🇵🇸

@TonyMarrese @ezzingaza There is a place to say something. To tell your story too. Just because you're not in Gaza doesn't mean you don't have one. Please 🙏 say something. If you realized this story, write your own at The Watermelon Diaries. Your story is a receipt of G. watermelondiaries.com

@ezzingaza I dont know what to say other than may god bless you.

I found it yesterday. A piece of shrapnel, cold and brutal, weighing no less than two kilograms, lying beside the bed of a boy no older than nine. He slept, or perhaps only pretended. His breathing was shallow but steady, as though his soul had learned to hide from the world. This grotesque relic of war had torn through the zinc roof above us, followed by a rain of smaller, sharper pieces. They fell without intention, without malice, like the blind fingers of chaos fumbling across the earth, striking the just and unjust alike. I held the thing in my hand. It was heavy. Heavier than it should be. Not by mass, but by meaning. It carried the weight of a question I can no longer answer: Why are we still alive when so many better than us are not? There is no glory here. No nobility in suffering. I do not heal. How can one heal in hell? I merely bind what bleeds and pray it holds. They call this place a clinic. But what it truly is… is a final whisper before the silence. I will confess: I am tired. Not just in body, but in soul. I once believed in duty. In the sanctity of the Hippocratic oath. But now I find myself treating children whose bones I cannot mend, whose pain I cannot lessen. And I ask myself, with bitter honesty: Is this mercy, or is it cruelty disguised as care? Jabalia al-Balad is no longer a city. It is a graveyard that hasn’t finished burying its dead. In three days, over forty buildings vanished as if some monstrous mouth swallowed them whole. Entire families erased. No names. No graves. No mourning. Only dust and absence. I considered leaving. God knows I did. There was even a moment, brief but electric, when I believed I had a right to leave. But then I looked into the eyes of a mother cradling her burnt child, her lips cracked from thirst, her hands trembling not from fear, but from the weight of love. And I understood: No one has the right to abandon the wounded when they can still stand. So I return. Every other day, I walk into this inferno. I buy medicine with what little money strangers still send us. And I pray. Not for survival. But for clarity. For the strength to keep choosing to care in a world that punishes the caring. Yes, I am afraid. Terribly so. Each morning I ask myself: What right do I have to risk what remains of me? And each morning, a darker voice answers: What right do you have not to? They say the healthcare system here has collapsed. That doctors are working in ruins. Yes, it is true. But even that fails to capture the madness. We work beneath falling missiles. We stitch flesh with shaking fingers while the sky groans above us. We whisper words of comfort into ears that may not live to hear them. And still, the world asks us to prove our humanity. As if we are the ones in question. But I tell you: our humanity is not in question. It is crucified. And I, a doctor in Gaza, am merely one of many still clinging to the faith. Not because I believe it will save me, but because I believe that suffering beside the innocent is the last honest thing a man can do. #GazaGenocide‌

@ValerieFoushee I'd like to offer islamophobia.io. It's developed to counter misinformation, document lives, and create understanding using stories. Zohran believes in telling stories, and so do we. I encourage you to use this response tool. Stories are telling and provide vital context.

I unequivocally condemn these statements and stand with our Muslim American community in the face of these dehumanizing attacks. We cannot stay silent as attempts to normalize anti-Muslim hate continue, and we must take tangible steps to root out hate and Islamophobia in all forms across our communities. (2/2)

The Islamophobic smears coming from members of Congress towards @ZohranKMamdani cannot continue. Hate, bigotry, and Islamophobia have no place in our society, and this speech contributes to the growth of political violence we've seen across the nation. (1/2)

@DravenNoctis I'm willing to work with anyone to tell her story so we actually know it. I run a storytelling project called islamophobia.io. It literally uses (written) stories submitted by the public to help create knowledge and understanding of Muslim communities. You can write now!

@MujtabaAasif If this relates to Muslim communities, even it is some stories, you are welcome to share stories of courage on islamophobia.io, a social storytelling platform that helps the public learn more about Muslim communities through the power of story.

When men are jailed, killed, or disappeared whether in the fires of communal violence, the floods of neglect, or the silence after a lynching, it’s the women who are left behind to carry the weight. And they do. With grief in their eyes and resilience in their spine, they rebuild shattered homes, raise orphaned children, and resist being broken. @miles2smile_ exists to honour and celebrate that strength not as charity, but as justice. By empowering them economically, we are not just offering support; we are helping reclaim their agency, restore their dignity, and remind the world that the hands that heal can also lead.

@Stevesosebee Write to the Children of Gaza. We must not forget them. This is an independent archival movement since Oct. 7th. It's a writing campaign. To hell with social media and it's erasure. Our project at The Watermelon 🍉 Diaries never will. Stories document G. watermelondiaries.com

@mohammedIhysse Dear Mohammed, I'm happy to have found another writer. Please know there's another way the entire 🌎 can write for Gaza & its children. Unlike other media, we will always protect stories of 🍉, never delete them. I invite you to write &share this movement. watermelondiaries.com

Now… just before sleep, a small conversation took place between me and my 5-year-old son, Imad, under the sound of bombing: – Daddy… – Yes, my love. – Are you afraid of the airplane? – Honestly? Yes, I’m scared… but when I see you next to me, I forget the fear. (He stayed quiet for a moment… then gently closed his eyes.) And I sat there watching him, trying to convince myself that tomorrow might be better… even though the plane is still above, and the fear is still inside my heart.

@susanabulhawa Speaking of the children, Write to the Children of Gaza is a way the 🌎 can express their emotions through The Watermelon 🍉 Diaries Project. Please share this writing opportunity if you can. To write: watermelondiaries.com To read: stories.watermelondiaries.com

A world without Israel Is one where children grow up whole. #wipeisraeloffthemap

@ezzingaza We're all witnesses. If these writings moved you, write. Write about the resistance. Write about what you did. Write so your words will speak for you when you no longer can. Write because it will remind the world when humanity didn't exist. Write now: watermelondiaries.com

It is night again. That means the drones are back. The sound is not a sound anymore. It is a presence, like madness humming above your head. I am writing by the glow of my phone. My hands stink of antiseptic, salt, and something I do not name. There are no hospitals left in the north. No wards. No beds. Not even walls. Only this place we call a clinic: a half-body, half-ghost of medicine, clinging to life like those who enter it. And they come. They walk, some for more than thirty minutes through rubble, silence, and smoke, just for a strip of gauze, a word, a chance. They do not come seeking healing. They come because there is nowhere else left to bleed. Today, a woman came. Thirty-seven years old, though she moved like she had already died twice. Her hands, God forgive me, looked like they had been through a furnace. Cracked. Bleeding. Eczema? Yes, eczema, I said like a fool. But what is eczema when the sea has become your kitchen sink? She told me she washes her clothes and dishes with seawater. And toothpaste. No, not metaphor. Not poetry. Toothpaste. Because soap costs more than life here. Because she lives in a tent pitched between death and the next missile. I told her I would give her cream. I said it softly, like a lie you whisper to a child. I wanted to scream. I wanted to grab her shoulders and cry out, "You deserve a home. You deserve a sink. You deserve clean hands." But my own hands are not clean. I did not scream. I handed her the cream and looked away. I am no longer a doctor. I am a witness. To the slow murder of dignity. To a land where medicine is a cruel joke and survival is a sin. How do you treat a body when the soul is the one bleeding? The sea should cleanse. But here, it corrodes. Even the sea is tired of mercy. And God? He must be weeping, like the rest of us. Tonight, I will lie and imagine a world where I do not have to apologize to every patient for being human. I will imagine a world where handing someone cream is not an act of humiliation. But I will not sleep. No one here really sleeps. We only close our eyes and wait for the next scream. #GazaGenocide‌

@piersmorgan The Watermelon 🍉 Diaries is a way to tell stories about Palestinian children. This is an independent grassroots digital online movement to document genocide through story. Write: watermelondiaries.com Read: stories.watermelondiaries.com

An appalling story, but Palestinian children are being killed every day in Gaza… why do their stories not hit you as hard?

@Alonso_GD Don't *wait* for the story to be told. Tell it now. Write ✍️🏾 to the Children of Gaza. The Watermelon 🍉 Diaries is READY to document genocide through your stories. watermelondiaries.com

It will tell the story of how Israel propped up gangs to repress this starving population and then used their actions as justification for opening fire. It will show how the people who got food were then displaced again, forced into ever-shrinking concentration areas

When the story of the Israeli genocide of Palestinians is told, it will tell the story of how it cut electricity, food and water from the “human animals” and how Israelis mocked the starving thirsty children with videos of running water taps and lit lightbulbs 🧵

@alaafromgaza92 @CHelper90 For literary work, pls share with The Watermelon 🍉 Diaries—an independent digital archival movement since October 7th, 2023—to document stories of Palestine and the global resistance. Make instant change through story. Write: watermelondiaries.com Read: stories.watermelondiaries.com

@CHelper90 We will publish it when we finish translating. Hopefully in two months. Until then, we will be publishing short clips.

Another Champion for Life installation is up! We selected the largest size at 8ft x 6ft—a BIG way to reflect community. This concept is a rhymezoid of symbols—400 of them— creating a plethora of possibilities. A 4ever investment 4u to cement. To order: championforlife.info

Your story will be remembered. You spoke up for 🍉. It will live in our digital archive, available for study, always making change. How powerful is that? Especially when they soon will realize how horribly wrong they were. islamophobia.io/palestine/tell

@SMohyeddin @occupyuoft Dear @SMohyeddin. Was telling you about islamophobia.io/palestine/tell. A project ready to receive personal diaries, letters, stories from every encampment on earth. It's unprecedented to record stories at this scale, but we can do it. It's an imminent moment to prevent story erasure.

Yesterday as students @occupyuoft were decamping, this was happening in Gaza. Apocalyptic scenes of maniacal murderous monstrosities, exacted by Israel’s army. Don’t ever ask why there were 183 Palestine solidarity encampments at universities around the world.

@GregEqEd @DesmondCole @occupyuoft @The_Fulcrum Plz learn abt project islamophobia.io Since October,🌐reflections 4🍉have come in islamophobia.io/palestine/lett… We have incredible stories including nuanced encampment submissions. It's rapid, online, INSTANT. 1 link and we're in every encampment on🌎islamophobia.io/palestine/tell

@DesmondCole @occupyuoft I keep sharing @The_Fulcrum with people to learn about the #uottawa #OccupyTabaret encampment, b/c it's seemingly the only outlet with any ongoing level of detail of what's been happening. They were doing daily reports for ~ the first month, but more sporadically since then...

One thing I'm left with at the end of @occupyuoft: the failure of media to engage with what actually happened there, and the likely inability now to accurately summarize or thoughtfully reflect on what happened, because there was so little curiosity to begin with

@DesmondCole @occupyuoft Yes brother. The media never had our side, so we became the storytellers. There's a critical project you should know about: islamophobia.io/palestine/tell EVERY comrade can tell their story. They'll be studied 4ever. It's the only way to think about this now. I invite you 2move this.

Some moments never come back twice. This is one of them. Trust me when I say, islamophobia.io/palestine/tell can capture every single comrade + community member's story from @occupyuoft. Telling your story is historical activism. We often read abt history, not write abt it. Now you can.

@isisnaucratis @occupyuoft Dear @isisnaucratis please keep islamophobia.io/palestine/tell in mind. Fact: we're about to lose many stories from @occupyuoft BUT this archival project can save them. Every comrade + community member's story can be documented—that's the power of this. I welcome ways to get this out.