The largest protest in Palestine in decades taking place right now as thousands of Palestinians march to Jerusalem in solidarity with the innocent people of Gaza. Ya Allah! Ya rab make this blessed day of Ramadan be the start of the third intifada. Everyone please please PLEASE do pray and keep on praying for Palestine!!
People of Gaza, created life from death.
Beautiful drawings by a Gazan artist.
Celebrities speak out against Israel’s terrorist attacks on Gaza
(via Jewish Voice for Peace)
It’s 2 am, the sound of the f-16 is terrifying, I can’t sleep.
Mainly, listening to the news makes you depressed. Still you must face the truth. On average 50 citizens are killed every day, mostly children and women. It saddens me when I see my 5 year old cousin stare at the scene of children full of blood. He wonders and asks me if he can do anything. He feels great guilt.
All we ever do is sit there, watch the news, and hope we won’t be bombed all of a sudden. My young relatives no longer have the sense of childhood. They never went to Disney land, they never got their childhood. Strangely they are satisfied. They thank God for the blessing of having parents, a home, and food to eat. “It’s not fair that we go have fun while other children become orphans or even depressed” stated one of my young cousins after asking her if she would accept the chance to go to Disney land tomorrow.
Recently, the IDF started using chemical gases on Palestinians in Gaza. Unfortunately, many people have no windows because of the fear of shattering glass, in case of a nearby bombing. This there is no way to protect themselves against these harmful gases.
Oddly, despite of the poverty, people are willing to give. They are willing to give from their own money, not depending on aid. Many people started collecting money through social networks in order to prepare “Suhoor” meals for doctors and patients in hospitals. While others give people in the UNRWA schools clothing, blankets, etc…
To be continued.. As for now I am going to have Suhoor.
Be not afraid of speaking up for justice; history won’t forget who killed the innocents nor will it forget those who spread the injustice by remaining silent.
I couldn’t sleep last night. Memories of my home in gaza kept flooding my head. The sounds of bombs had captivated my soul, repeating over and over. I remember the mangos from our trees would fall like rain from the ground shaking. I remember the poisonous candy that would fall from the airplanes…