1040 killed in less than a month in Gaza.
1700 killed this week in Syria.
When will the bloodshed end? When will the world wake up? When will we stand with our fellow human beings, our dying children, our broken mothers, our helplessly empty fathers? Our only Earth is falling apart, blood and tears spilling out of its broken seams.
I fear that one day, there will be too many ghosts, on this planet we once called ours.
Today alone, 129 Palestinians were killed and more than 400 injured, making the total count 1359 killed and 7677 injured in Gaza.
We stand with Gaza. We stand with these innocent souls. We reach our hands and our hearts across the globe, praying they feel a drop of love and security in all the fear, chaos, and unimaginable devastation.
Gaza, we are with you. Stay beautiful. Stay strong.
UPDATE: Shaima, who had survived being delivered from her dead mother’s body, has now died after Israel cut off all electricity supplies to Gaza, causing her incubator to stop working.
They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of
war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
—Running Orders, by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha (via soulsinsolidarity)
CONFIRMED: Over 950 killed and over 6000 injured in 19 days in Gaza.
Pictured: Shaima, a newborn who survived and was delivered from her dead mother’s body with surgery.
In case you haven’t heard, 700 people have been killed in the last 48 hours alone in Syria. Our only Earth is bleeding and falling apart at the seams.
"More than 700 people were killed in clashes over two days between pro-government forces and Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (Isis) militants in Syria. Activists from the Syrian Observatory for Human Rights (SOHR) said that the deaths represented the bloodiest fighting since the civil war began in 2011."
One world greets the sun with a good morning, while another dreads another day of mourning.
A world that embraces a fiery ball with open arms, another world that is consumed by one, without choice, with no escape…. d y i n g.
"I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence"
(Pictured: Yasmina Nassar)
Lupe said it best. The silence is deafening.
Yes, one of the questions is “Why are Israelis and Palestinians fighting?”
How did the conflict start in the first place, and why is it so hard to make peace?
Today was a very special day for me… I gave a little speech in the masjid for my brothers and sisters, and I want to tell you , the feeling I’ve experienced was incredible! So uplifting ! So beautiful! I want to say a biiiiig thanks to icwc community for asking me to do that for them, it was a great honor for me and I felt very happy that my brothers and sisters could emotionally feel what I’ve gone through before reverting ..Alhamdullilah!
All praise to Allah!
الله إكبار salam🙏
The only word my best friend’s dad knows in Arabic is habibi, so whenever he needs something from me, he replaces whatever it is with the word habibi. And when he wants to enter a room and knows I may be in there without my hijab, he says, “Are you wearing your habibi??”