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@ElieNYC Hi! I'm trying to submit an article on the targeting of Iranian and Palestinian leadership, focused on Mohammed Mosaddegh + Marwan Barghouti + the recent assassination attempts of Iranian leftist leaders, but the submission form isn't working. Is there an alternative?

@Travis_Horn_ @YoBenCohen @MagnumGlobal Genuinely love this

@YoBenCohen @MagnumGlobal “From the river to the seed” 🍉 Watermelon Ice Cream.

Unilever / Magnum stopped Ben & Jerry’s from creating a flavor for Palestine — so I’m doing it myself. I’ve got a watermelon, an empty pint, and I need your help: Name the flavor or suggest ingredients Or design the pint packaging Tag @yobencohen, @MagnumGlobal use #JusticeforPalestine to submit Use your voice when Ben & Jerry’s can’t — to secure peace, justice, and dignity in Palestine #FreeBenandJerrys

@YoBenCohen @MagnumGlobal Thank you so much for doing this. Some common Palestinian flavors that might go wonderfully with watermelon (maybe not all at the same time!) are sumac, cinnamon, and lemon. Maybe mint or thyme if you're feeling more adventurous!

when ocean vuong said: "all this time i told myself we were born from war—but i was wrong, ma. we were born from beauty. let no one mistake us for the fruit of violence—but that violence, having passed through the fruit, failed to spoil it" 🇵🇸

Americans: the SINGLE MOST IMPORTANT THING you can do for Gaza right now is call your Senators every single day until November 21 and demand they co-sign Senate Joint Resolutions 111-116, which would block the 11 BILLION DOLLARS of military aid we’re about to send Israel.

The West imagines the Middle East and sees only death. Suffering masses, dehumanized, anonymized. You may pity us, but do you SEE us? See this. Remember that we are human. Remember that our children laugh. This is who is being slaughtered. This is what we're trying to save.

Thank you. For years now, white folks keep dropping the ball. You don't need to talk to us. You need to talk and work with your people. Use your privilege to have the conversations your folks would never have with us.

he saw five exclamation marks and got to work

Our houses towered as high as our cypress trees. We lit our streetlamps with olive oil. Our houses no longer stand: Gone with the gunpowder, the wind of death, planted beneath the warm soil. The children’s footsteps, the steam from grandmother’s teacup, the smoke from grandfather’s cigarette, flew into the black clouds, never looking back. The noise ahead pulled them by the neck. You can ask the sun. She saw everything.

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Please save this poem, recite to the people around you and tell them what happened to my home, and the homes of so many other people? Tell them some families were buried under the rubble?

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