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For the second year in a row, fate has prevented my children from being included on the school's list of successful students... not because they didn't work hard, but because the aggression prevented them from experiencing a moment of joy due to the circumstances. But in my heart, they are successful... they have passed a test greater than any other exam. They persevered when the world became narrow, they stood firm when safety around them crumbled, and they held on to their dignity in the midst of the storm... and they continue to do so.. These are my kids, my pride and joy... they succeeded in life, when success itself was absent... Dear friends, yesterday the news was positive, but unfortunately today the news is disappointing. Unfortunately, they resumed the bombing tonight and made up for what they missed during the day yesterday. Unfortunately, all the aid trucks were looted and are being sold on the black market at ridiculous prices. Half of the humiliating airdrops they dropped were dropped in areas under army control, and everyone who went there was killed.. I don't know how long this hell will last.. My children or any child is not supposed to go through this.. How harsh this life is.. It made us endure circumstances greater than our ages.. Gaza is experiencing horrific levels of famine, and the population cannot be controlled by allowing a few trucks in... "Starvation, killing, crushing, and humiliation are being declared, with children being burned before the eyes of the world, and a people being exterminated on live television. " We will not forget, we will not forgive, we will not pardon... We say it without shame or embarrassment, we say it with pride and dignity, we say it in a clear and audible voice: "We are hungry.".. Dear friends, we have reached unprecedented levels of despair. I have 25 cats and I am doing everything I can to keep them alive. As you can see in the video below, we crumble bread, moisten it with water, and mix it with beef to keep the beef going for as long as possible. The problem now is that flour is very expensive, beef has become expensive, and everything is expensive. Your support is what has helped me, my family, and the cats who survived the past two years to survive... I appreciate your support and I am very grateful to you. Every bit helps me overcome the famine... The famine has exhausted us. Speak up for us. We need you. Be a voice for justice and humanity. I literally want you to take a serious stand. I want you to share this tweet and make my voice heard throughout the world so everyone can see what is happening to us. Gaza is experiencing a terrible famine. #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving #Gaza_is_dying_of_starvation #Gaza_is_dying_of_hunger #GazaUnderAttack

For the second year in a row, fate has prevented my children from being included on the school's list of successful students... not because they didn't work hard, but because the aggression prevented them from experiencing a moment of joy due to the circumstances. But in my heart, they are successful... they have passed a test greater than any other exam. They persevered when the world became narrow, they stood firm when safety around them crumbled, and they held on to their dignity in the midst of the storm... and they continue to do so.. These are my kids, my pride and joy... they succeeded in life, when success itself was absent... Dear friends, yesterday the news was positive, but unfortunately today the news is disappointing. Unfortunately, they resumed the bombing tonight and made up for what they missed during the day yesterday. Unfortunately, all the aid trucks were looted and are being sold on the black market at ridiculous prices. Half of the humiliating airdrops they dropped were dropped in areas under army control, and everyone who went there was killed.. I don't know how long this hell will last.. My children or any child is not supposed to go through this.. How harsh this life is.. It made us endure circumstances greater than our ages.. Gaza is experiencing horrific levels of famine, and the population cannot be controlled by allowing a few trucks in... "Starvation, killing, crushing, and humiliation are being declared, with children being burned before the eyes of the world, and a people being exterminated on live television. " We will not forget, we will not forgive, we will not pardon... We say it without shame or embarrassment, we say it with pride and dignity, we say it in a clear and audible voice: "We are hungry.".. Dear friends, we have reached unprecedented levels of despair. I have 25 cats and I am doing everything I can to keep them alive. As you can see in the video below, we crumble bread, moisten it with water, and mix it with beef to keep the beef going for as long as possible. The problem now is that flour is very expensive, beef has become expensive, and everything is expensive. Your support is what has helped me, my family, and the cats who survived the past two years to survive... I appreciate your support and I am very grateful to you. Every bit helps me overcome the famine... The famine has exhausted us. Speak up for us. We need you. Be a voice for justice and humanity. I literally want you to take a serious stand. I want you to share this tweet and make my voice heard throughout the world so everyone can see what is happening to us. Gaza is experiencing a terrible famine. #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving #Gaza_is_dying_of_starvation #Gaza_is_dying_of_hunger #GazaUnderAttack

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**Blood for food... Gaza groans, and the world is asleep** In Gaza, aid is not distributed... rather, death traps are set! In Gaza, bread arrives only mixed with gunpowder, and a bag of flour arrives only laden with the blood of a martyr. Those who go to the distribution point don't go to eat, they go to fight... to risk their lives for a morsel of food. Some return with booty, others return without limbs... or never return at all. Gentlemen, this isn't aid... it's disguised humiliation. It's not "humanitarian aid," but rather humanitarian ambushes, where the weak are liquidated and dignity is killed before the eyes of the world. Hundreds of martyrs, thousands of wounded, and an army of disabled and amputees, all paid for the flour, not with money, but with blood! Do you know where the aid is sold? On the black market, in the hands of those who betray, monopolize, and starve, while those who deserve it cannot reach it.. Whoever reaches it is a fedayeen, risking their lives as if they were in battle, for a bag of rice... for a can of sardines... for a handful of life! We thought the "oil for food" deal in Iraq was the cruelest thing the Arabs had ever seen... But in Gaza, we see "blood for food"! A deal devoid of morals, justice, and honor. And what about the regimes and governments? Silent regimes... mouthpieces that justify... and an international community of paper! Gaza doesn't need bags of rice sold in the market. Gaza needs dignity. It needs a decision. It needs someone to break the siege, not someone to justify it. Gaza doesn't beg, it fights. Gaza isn't just starving... it's dying every moment due to the silence of the nation and the betrayal of the world. O people, either support Gaza as befits free people, or remain silent and don't trade in its blood. Whoever cannot carry flour to the hungry, let him at least raise his voice... **And let him acknowledge that blood is being paid for food today.** And all those who remain silent are partners in crime.** The video below shows the risks involved when going to collect aid. We literally have two choices: either die of hunger, or go there to collect some aid and we will also die. What do you think is the best way to die? We have been given several options for death, and we must choose one.. If we don't want to die here or there, we have to endure the black market that is absolutely merciless. The prices are more than ridiculous. The prices have doubled to 20, 30, and sometimes to 50 times. Therefore, no matter how much support I get, I cannot keep up with the black market. Because what I used to buy for $100, I need at least $2,000 now.. I appreciate and am very grateful to everyone who supported me to get through this.. Your support helps a lot. Instead of going constantly.. I go once a month to that hell I hope I never have to go there again. Please keep me in your prayers and support. This is your friend Mo, and I want to remind you that I have a shelter from which 25 cats have survived, and I care for them with all my heart. I also have a family to care for. We are all very grateful for your presence in our lives.

Blood for food... Gaza groans, and the world is asleep In Gaza, aid is not distributed... rather, death traps are set! In Gaza, bread arrives only mixed with gunpowder, and a bag of flour arrives only laden with the blood of a martyr. Those who go to the distribution point don't go to eat, they go to fight... to risk their lives for a morsel of food. Some return with booty, others return without limbs... or never return at all. Gentlemen, this isn't aid... it's disguised humiliation. It's not "humanitarian aid," but rather humanitarian ambushes, where the weak are liquidated and dignity is killed before the eyes of the world. Hundreds of martyrs, thousands of wounded, and an army of disabled and amputees, all paid for the flour, not with money, but with blood! Do you know where the aid is sold? On the black market, in the hands of those who betray, monopolize, and starve, while those who deserve it cannot reach it.. Whoever reaches it is a fedayeen, risking their lives as if they were in battle, for a bag of rice... for a can of sardines... for a handful of life! We thought the "oil for food" deal in Iraq was the cruelest thing the Arabs had ever seen... But in Gaza, we see "blood for food"! A deal devoid of morals, justice, and honor. And what about the regimes and governments? Silent regimes... mouthpieces that justify... and an international community of paper! Gaza doesn't need bags of rice sold in the market. Gaza needs dignity. It needs a decision. It needs someone to break the siege, not someone to justify it. Gaza doesn't beg, it fights. Gaza isn't just starving... it's dying every moment due to the silence of the nation and the betrayal of the world. O people, either support Gaza as befits free people, or remain silent and don't trade in its blood. Whoever cannot carry flour to the hungry, let him at least raise his voice... And let him acknowledge that blood is being paid for food today. And all those who remain silent are partners in crime.** The video below shows the risks involved when going to collect aid. We literally have two choices: either die of hunger, or go there to collect some aid and we will also die. What do you think is the best way to die? We have been given several options for death, and we must choose one.. If we don't want to die here or there, we have to endure the black market that is absolutely merciless. The prices are more than ridiculous. The prices have doubled to 20, 30, and sometimes to 50 times. Therefore, no matter how much support I get, I cannot keep up with the black market. Because what I used to buy for $100, I need at least $2,000 now.. I appreciate and am very grateful to everyone who supported me to get through this.. Your support helps a lot. Instead of going constantly.. I go once a month to that hell I hope I never have to go there again. Please keep me in your prayers and support. This is your friend Mo, and I want to remind you that I have a shelter from which 25 cats have survived, and I care for them with all my heart. I also have a family to care for. We are all very grateful for your presence in our lives.

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If just getting bread is humiliating, then it is an honor to die of hunger.. Those who revolt because of hunger will inevitably remain silent if you throw a piece of bread at them, but those who revolt for dignity will not remain silent until they have dignity... We are people seeking peace, and in return they are fighting us by starving an entire people. Isn’t this collective punishment? My dear friends and loved ones.. Famine is still killing Gaza day after day, and prices are becoming more insane day after day, so people are inventing a new way of living every day.. In the video below, people ground lentils and made flour from them because lentils are available in abundance.. In the other video, people use pasta with flour to make the flour last as long as possible.. The third video is exactly what happens to me.. Where we have old, spoiled flour whose expiration date has passed, we purify the insects from the flour.. It is better to do this than not eat... Last year, we made flour from barley, corn, and fodder that was used to feed birds and animals. This time, the alternatives are different.. The problem is that all of these are last-ditch attempts to survive. We are using alternatives now and using corrupt supplies. This will not last long... O coming days passe over us by in peace. Our hearts are tired and the war has exhausted us.. What I feel is.. An unknown future, severe depression, a sad reality, loss of passion and excessive thinking.. Believe me, my friends, when I go to the gym, my goal is not to get muscles or a fit body... I go there to fight depression... My friends and loved ones.. The aerial bombardment still does not stop day and night.. and there is still a ground invasion in the Shuja’iya neighborhood.. Al-Shujaiya neighborhood is 2 km or 1.5 miles away from me.. Every night they advance a little and then retreat a little.. The army is making statements that they will expand the military operation very soon. This means that my region is next😔😔 I am still here for my cats, providing them with care and I will never let them down. Although food is scarce, it does not matter. I will not hesitate to search more and more every day for food for them. These are souls, and they are like my children, Ayman and Julia... My friends and loved ones, I must be prepared for any upcoming invasion of my region. If bad guys invade my area, I won't be able to search like I do now.. Any support is greatly appreciated and helps us face these difficult times.. With your support, I will buy what I can to confront these conditions. Who knows, maybe we won't be able to eat it... I hope I'm wrong, but I think things are very, very bad.. Thank you to everyone who supported me and illuminated my way in the darkest of times #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving

If just getting bread is humiliating, then it is an honor to die of hunger.. Those who revolt because of hunger will inevitably remain silent if you throw a piece of bread at them, but those who revolt for dignity will not remain silent until they have dignity... We are people seeking peace, and in return they are fighting us by starving an entire people. Isn’t this collective punishment? My dear friends and loved ones.. Famine is still killing Gaza day after day, and prices are becoming more insane day after day, so people are inventing a new way of living every day.. In the video below, people ground lentils and made flour from them because lentils are available in abundance.. In the other video, people use pasta with flour to make the flour last as long as possible.. The third video is exactly what happens to me.. Where we have old, spoiled flour whose expiration date has passed, we purify the insects from the flour.. It is better to do this than not eat... Last year, we made flour from barley, corn, and fodder that was used to feed birds and animals. This time, the alternatives are different.. The problem is that all of these are last-ditch attempts to survive. We are using alternatives now and using corrupt supplies. This will not last long... O coming days passe over us by in peace. Our hearts are tired and the war has exhausted us.. What I feel is.. An unknown future, severe depression, a sad reality, loss of passion and excessive thinking.. Believe me, my friends, when I go to the gym, my goal is not to get muscles or a fit body... I go there to fight depression... My friends and loved ones.. The aerial bombardment still does not stop day and night.. and there is still a ground invasion in the Shuja’iya neighborhood.. Al-Shujaiya neighborhood is 2 km or 1.5 miles away from me.. Every night they advance a little and then retreat a little.. The army is making statements that they will expand the military operation very soon. This means that my region is next😔😔 I am still here for my cats, providing them with care and I will never let them down. Although food is scarce, it does not matter. I will not hesitate to search more and more every day for food for them. These are souls, and they are like my children, Ayman and Julia... My friends and loved ones, I must be prepared for any upcoming invasion of my region. If bad guys invade my area, I won't be able to search like I do now.. Any support is greatly appreciated and helps us face these difficult times.. With your support, I will buy what I can to confront these conditions. Who knows, maybe we won't be able to eat it... I hope I'm wrong, but I think things are very, very bad.. Thank you to everyone who supported me and illuminated my way in the darkest of times #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving

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Disappointments surround us from all sides. We feel broken.. But we will definitely come back from under the rubble.. We in the north Gaza cling to the land like the roots of trees clinging to the soil. There is no wind that can uproot people who want to remain in their place. We are not just numbers.... We have a case. But there is no justice in this world.. My friends and loved ones.. Based on your advice, I decided to buy cat food and not wait. But I decided not to buy for a very long time for fear of wasting money. I also want to buy now so that I do not feel regret if a ceasefire occurs. Everyone knows that we have to buy from the black market, and unfortunately the prices are very ridiculous. So I will buy enough to last 3 months.. I will try to do my best to find food for cats, but if I cannot, the alternative option will be to use canned human food... I already have enough cat food to last until the end of December. But I want to buy it now because canned meat is available now.. I also mix bread with cat food to make it last longer...as shown in the video below I had a beautiful shelter before the war.. it was completely destroyed.. It had more than 60 cats. There are now about 25 cats left, and there are some cats nearby who find love and food, so they come to eat with the cats in the shelter. I would be very grateful for your support at the following link You can donate via PayPal There are days left until the end of 2024. It has been a year full of pain, patience, pain, fear, hunger, humiliation, oppression and suffering. I don't want this year to end with cats suffering as we do. Your support will help save cats from starvation I am very grateful to everyone who supports me morally and financially, and to everyone who retweets. Thank you all, friends

Disappointments surround us from all sides. We feel broken.. But we will definitely come back from under the rubble.. We in the north Gaza cling to the land like the roots of trees clinging to the soil. There is no wind that can uproot people who want to remain in their place. We are not just numbers.... We have a case. But there is no justice in this world.. My friends and loved ones.. Based on your advice, I decided to buy cat food and not wait. But I decided not to buy for a very long time for fear of wasting money. I also want to buy now so that I do not feel regret if a ceasefire occurs. Everyone knows that we have to buy from the black market, and unfortunately the prices are very ridiculous. So I will buy enough to last 3 months.. I will try to do my best to find food for cats, but if I cannot, the alternative option will be to use canned human food... I already have enough cat food to last until the end of December. But I want to buy it now because canned meat is available now.. I also mix bread with cat food to make it last longer...as shown in the video below I had a beautiful shelter before the war.. it was completely destroyed.. It had more than 60 cats. There are now about 25 cats left, and there are some cats nearby who find love and food, so they come to eat with the cats in the shelter. I would be very grateful for your support at the following link You can donate via PayPal There are days left until the end of 2024. It has been a year full of pain, patience, pain, fear, hunger, humiliation, oppression and suffering. I don't want this year to end with cats suffering as we do. Your support will help save cats from starvation I am very grateful to everyone who supports me morally and financially, and to everyone who retweets. Thank you all, friends

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Is this a new migration or a new departure? Or is it just one of thousands in a series of sufferings we are experiencing? Look... it's a valley of bodies marching in the sand... They're not marching toward a dream... they're marching toward a bag of flour... Everything here marches with the weight of famine... Faces are broken, but feet walk... Hearts are empty, but arms are outstretched... This isn't a line for food... this is a line for execution... From a distance, the scene looks like a huge crowd chasing life and disappointment.. The sand slopes are witnesses, and the clouds are witnesses, and everyone who has gone there and looked has witnessed the graves of people whose names are not written on their graves.. O sleeping world.. Do you know what it means for thousands of people to gather for a bag of flour?? Do you know what it means to sell your dignity, bet your body, and struggle with your hunger, not to live, but to postpone your death? This land does not scream.. This land rages with anger and oppression.. Under every foot is a story, and under every bag of flour is a mother's sigh, or a farewell kiss that wasn't fulfilled... or a martyr's bone that hasn't yet been buried... Here, people walk in a mass funeral, no one knowing who has died and who will die in the coming minutes... The scene is too great to describe and more painful than any language can express.. Here we are tempted with food to be killed.. Last night, boxes came in. I was intending to go feed my family and children, but I had a long shift at the hospital.. Maybe I'll get lucky in the next few days.. the prices are crazy... the black market is completely merciless... When you enter the markets, you feel indescribable cruelty in all transactions, as if you were in a battle. There is no mercy, no consideration, and no sense of the crisis or the people. First, you are required to pay in cash only; they do not accept transfers via the bank's app. Second, they require new currency, otherwise they will not accept it. Third, prices are astronomical, far beyond people's means, for no justification other than greed. My friends and loved ones.. I am on the verge of collapse... your support is what keeps me on my feet... All financial plans fail when dealing with the black market. No matter how much we store and save, everything will be exhausted. The war has been going on for two years and all resources have been exhausted.. I've noticed that support has declined recently. I realize that it's a difficult time and I appreciate that, but what we're going through is more difficult than I can describe.. I would be very grateful for your support to get me through this difficult period.. Nothing makes us learn life better than experience...and nothing makes us more silent than disappointment. What kills a person the most is not hunger or war, but the feeling of being invisible, that no one pays attention to his tears and no one hears his voice. #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving

Is this a new migration or a new departure? Or is it just one of thousands in a series of sufferings we are experiencing? Look... it's a valley of bodies marching in the sand... They're not marching toward a dream... they're marching toward a bag of flour... Everything here marches with the weight of famine... Faces are broken, but feet walk... Hearts are empty, but arms are outstretched... This isn't a line for food... this is a line for execution... From a distance, the scene looks like a huge crowd chasing life and disappointment.. The sand slopes are witnesses, and the clouds are witnesses, and everyone who has gone there and looked has witnessed the graves of people whose names are not written on their graves.. O sleeping world.. Do you know what it means for thousands of people to gather for a bag of flour?? Do you know what it means to sell your dignity, bet your body, and struggle with your hunger, not to live, but to postpone your death? This land does not scream.. This land rages with anger and oppression.. Under every foot is a story, and under every bag of flour is a mother's sigh, or a farewell kiss that wasn't fulfilled... or a martyr's bone that hasn't yet been buried... Here, people walk in a mass funeral, no one knowing who has died and who will die in the coming minutes... The scene is too great to describe and more painful than any language can express.. Here we are tempted with food to be killed.. Last night, boxes came in. I was intending to go feed my family and children, but I had a long shift at the hospital.. Maybe I'll get lucky in the next few days.. the prices are crazy... the black market is completely merciless... When you enter the markets, you feel indescribable cruelty in all transactions, as if you were in a battle. There is no mercy, no consideration, and no sense of the crisis or the people. First, you are required to pay in cash only; they do not accept transfers via the bank's app. Second, they require new currency, otherwise they will not accept it. Third, prices are astronomical, far beyond people's means, for no justification other than greed. My friends and loved ones.. I am on the verge of collapse... your support is what keeps me on my feet... All financial plans fail when dealing with the black market. No matter how much we store and save, everything will be exhausted. The war has been going on for two years and all resources have been exhausted.. I've noticed that support has declined recently. I realize that it's a difficult time and I appreciate that, but what we're going through is more difficult than I can describe.. I would be very grateful for your support to get me through this difficult period.. Nothing makes us learn life better than experience...and nothing makes us more silent than disappointment. What kills a person the most is not hunger or war, but the feeling of being invisible, that no one pays attention to his tears and no one hears his voice. #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving

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As for the heart, it bleeds.. As for the mind, it is broken and as for the soul, it no longer desires anything🥺 My friends and loved ones, this is your friend Mo, and this is a new update.. My area was subjected to a barrage of airstrikes. They bombed a building about 150 meters away from me. I was taking care of my plants and cats. Suddenly, without any warning, a violent bombardment occurred. Hundreds of shrapnel fell around me. One of them was enough to kill me. The shrapnel, as you can see in the picture below, is small and sharp, and when it hits the ground, it is as hot as embers... I survived this time too.. The question is how many times do we have to survive.. Unfortunately, 12 victims fell in this raid. I saw the victims with my own eyes, but I did not see 12 bodies. I saw body parts. They were all torn to pieces due to the force of the explosion.😭😭.. When these explosions happened, the cats were around me and then they ran and started running like lightning. Damn this war. I don't understand what these little ones did wrong😢🥺😡😡 What I saw and what we are going through made me feel depressed... My body started to take revenge on me and it became clear... I no longer take care of myself, I don't sleep well, I don't get enough rest during the day, I don't take care of my health... I keep everything inside my heart and try to smile.. I'm back to what I was... long silence, avoiding talking, staying up all night when it's dark, and wanting to be alone... My dear friends, with the ongoing land, air, and sea bombardment, the crossings have been closed for two months. They are preventing food from entering Gaza. Famine is intensifying in Gaza. People are eating turtles and tree leaves... Even water supplies have been cut off to Gaza... Life here is hell: death, destruction, hunger, thirst, no food, no water, no medicine...and the prices are ridiculous.. What we used to buy for $10 we need $100 to buy it Forced evacuation orders continue to be issued from one area to another every day, increasing the suffering of the displaced.. My friends and loved ones, the interaction and support are no longer what they once were. My situation is at its worst since the beginning of the war. I have never experienced worse circumstances. Your support helps me endure this genocide.. I am so grateful to everyone who makes life better with their words, small actions, and unexpected initiatives. Thank you to those who make my days with your kindness. I love you all, my friends.

As for the heart, it bleeds.. As for the mind, it is broken and as for the soul, it no longer desires anything🥺 My friends and loved ones, this is your friend Mo, and this is a new update.. My area was subjected to a barrage of airstrikes. They bombed a building about 150 meters away from me. I was taking care of my plants and cats. Suddenly, without any warning, a violent bombardment occurred. Hundreds of shrapnel fell around me. One of them was enough to kill me. The shrapnel, as you can see in the picture below, is small and sharp, and when it hits the ground, it is as hot as embers... I survived this time too.. The question is how many times do we have to survive.. Unfortunately, 12 victims fell in this raid. I saw the victims with my own eyes, but I did not see 12 bodies. I saw body parts. They were all torn to pieces due to the force of the explosion.😭😭.. When these explosions happened, the cats were around me and then they ran and started running like lightning. Damn this war. I don't understand what these little ones did wrong😢🥺😡😡 What I saw and what we are going through made me feel depressed... My body started to take revenge on me and it became clear... I no longer take care of myself, I don't sleep well, I don't get enough rest during the day, I don't take care of my health... I keep everything inside my heart and try to smile.. I'm back to what I was... long silence, avoiding talking, staying up all night when it's dark, and wanting to be alone... My dear friends, with the ongoing land, air, and sea bombardment, the crossings have been closed for two months. They are preventing food from entering Gaza. Famine is intensifying in Gaza. People are eating turtles and tree leaves... Even water supplies have been cut off to Gaza... Life here is hell: death, destruction, hunger, thirst, no food, no water, no medicine...and the prices are ridiculous.. What we used to buy for $10 we need $100 to buy it Forced evacuation orders continue to be issued from one area to another every day, increasing the suffering of the displaced.. My friends and loved ones, the interaction and support are no longer what they once were. My situation is at its worst since the beginning of the war. I have never experienced worse circumstances. Your support helps me endure this genocide.. I am so grateful to everyone who makes life better with their words, small actions, and unexpected initiatives. Thank you to those who make my days with your kindness. I love you all, my friends.

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As long as you don't have your own loaf of bread, you won't have an opinion. The hungry don't think, they just repeat. Freedom begins with a loaf of bread, not with dignity granted, because dignity is not granted, dignity is taken away. Poverty is not just the deprivation of money, it is the denial of dignity and the slow denial of will. You don't have the right to make Egyptian decisions related to your life when you are under the yoke of hunger. Don't ask the hungry to speak, feed them first, and don't ask for the opinion of the hungry. You must free them from the humiliation of questioning.. The mind doesn't function on an empty stomach, and dignity doesn't exist in a bread queue. Because he who doesn't have his bread doesn't have his voice, and he who doesn't have his voice doesn't own himself, and he who doesn't own himself doesn't own anything. This is true hell: being forced into silence because you can't afford to live.. Dear friends, two days ago I tweeted that I needed to buy two bags of flour... one for me and my family, and one for the 25 cats at the shelter. This is a new update. Unfortunately, no aid has flowed in over the past two days, and the price of flour has risen even more than it was. My friends, I barely received enough support to buy one bag.. I need you to stand by me because the price of a bag of flour has become $600 now. I am in real trouble. In a few days, the price of flour will rise even more and more if they do not allow any aid to enter... If I get these two bags, I can rely on them for my family and the cats for a whole month. I don't want to buy more than that, because a lot of things can happen in a month... I need a serious stand from you to get another bag of flour for me, for the cats, and for my family.. Your prayers and supplications are for us.. The tanks have advanced further today.. They are only a 20-minute walk away from me and things are terrifying.. Please keep us posted with your thoughts... and interact with my tweets... Your interaction helps spread the word. It's free support, and I appreciate it.

As long as you don't have your own loaf of bread, you won't have an opinion. The hungry don't think, they just repeat. Freedom begins with a loaf of bread, not with dignity granted, because dignity is not granted, dignity is taken away. Poverty is not just the deprivation of money, it is the denial of dignity and the slow denial of will. You don't have the right to make Egyptian decisions related to your life when you are under the yoke of hunger. Don't ask the hungry to speak, feed them first, and don't ask for the opinion of the hungry. You must free them from the humiliation of questioning.. The mind doesn't function on an empty stomach, and dignity doesn't exist in a bread queue. Because he who doesn't have his bread doesn't have his voice, and he who doesn't have his voice doesn't own himself, and he who doesn't own himself doesn't own anything. This is true hell: being forced into silence because you can't afford to live.. Dear friends, two days ago I tweeted that I needed to buy two bags of flour... one for me and my family, and one for the 25 cats at the shelter. This is a new update. Unfortunately, no aid has flowed in over the past two days, and the price of flour has risen even more than it was. My friends, I barely received enough support to buy one bag.. I need you to stand by me because the price of a bag of flour has become $600 now. I am in real trouble. In a few days, the price of flour will rise even more and more if they do not allow any aid to enter... If I get these two bags, I can rely on them for my family and the cats for a whole month. I don't want to buy more than that, because a lot of things can happen in a month... I need a serious stand from you to get another bag of flour for me, for the cats, and for my family.. Your prayers and supplications are for us.. The tanks have advanced further today.. They are only a 20-minute walk away from me and things are terrifying.. Please keep us posted with your thoughts... and interact with my tweets... Your interaction helps spread the word. It's free support, and I appreciate it.

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I feel like there is some kind of stagnation in my soul. I don't feel hopeless or tired, but suddenly everything became less interesting. I have to do something to wake up my soul so I can go back to how I was. I am the one who insisted on living, even if life was only room for my feet. I wonder what happened to me. I have become just a mass of flesh without a soul. I lost my passion and love for life.. My dear friends and loved ones .. This is your friend Mo from Gaza and this is an update The military operation is still continuing in northern Gaza... and there are more evacuation orders for the north and more displacement. I heard from one of the merchants that he has some cat food in Jabalia... but the area is dangerous there... Approximately he has 15 to 20 boxes Each box contains 24 cans Despite that, I said let's try to go, but we have to be careful... I went with my cousin Animal world We went to the furthest place we could reach. The picture below shows us at the Qurm Junction, and anyone who is in Gaza knows that it is the entrance to Jabalia... Unfortunately, we did not dare to approach any closer than that... We heard the sounds of explosions and saw plumes of smoke and the sounds of gunfire. Drones were flying densely over our heads. So we backed down and decided to go again today.. but the weather is very, very rainy today.. We will go again on Wednesday.. I wish we had access to cat food. It is more beneficial for them.. My friends and loved ones.. There is still the possibility of donating to buy the largest possible amount of food for them Or on the PayPal link It appears that the talks have reached a dead end. In this case, I should buy as much as possible. Today we can buy.. Who knows? Perhaps we will not be able to go and search in a few days... as I am doing now... I am grateful to someone who stood by my side during these difficult times. Your loving friend Mo

I feel like there is some kind of stagnation in my soul. I don't feel hopeless or tired, but suddenly everything became less interesting. I have to do something to wake up my soul so I can go back to how I was. I am the one who insisted on living, even if life was only room for my feet. I wonder what happened to me. I have become just a mass of flesh without a soul. I lost my passion and love for life.. My dear friends and loved ones .. This is your friend Mo from Gaza and this is an update The military operation is still continuing in northern Gaza... and there are more evacuation orders for the north and more displacement. I heard from one of the merchants that he has some cat food in Jabalia... but the area is dangerous there... Approximately he has 15 to 20 boxes Each box contains 24 cans Despite that, I said let's try to go, but we have to be careful... I went with my cousin Animal world We went to the furthest place we could reach. The picture below shows us at the Qurm Junction, and anyone who is in Gaza knows that it is the entrance to Jabalia... Unfortunately, we did not dare to approach any closer than that... We heard the sounds of explosions and saw plumes of smoke and the sounds of gunfire. Drones were flying densely over our heads. So we backed down and decided to go again today.. but the weather is very, very rainy today.. We will go again on Wednesday.. I wish we had access to cat food. It is more beneficial for them.. My friends and loved ones.. There is still the possibility of donating to buy the largest possible amount of food for them Or on the PayPal link It appears that the talks have reached a dead end. In this case, I should buy as much as possible. Today we can buy.. Who knows? Perhaps we will not be able to go and search in a few days... as I am doing now... I am grateful to someone who stood by my side during these difficult times. Your loving friend Mo

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The struggle deepens... relentless rain, fragile tents, and Gaza's muddy roads swallowing every step A tent is not a home, and rain is no mercy when it floods every corner No real shelter, no safe streets - just survival against all odds Children sleep soaked, ambulances slip through mud.. Gaza was drowned in blood and no one moved... Will their consciences be moved when it is drowned in rain? My dear friends... Despite the rain, I checked on the cats... You can't imagine how wonderful they are, searching for safe, rain-free places... They are truly amazing.. I saw two cats hiding in an old oven that wasn't being used because there was no gas. I saw two more cats under the stairs. I saw three cats under my sister's car. Don't worry, the car won't move; there's no gasoline in Gaza... My dear friends, I desperately need your support to feed the 17 cats who survived the genocide with me.. If you appreciate what I do for cats, you can support me financially via PayPal... or even just by retweeting or commenting. I appreciate any support, no matter how small. My dear friends, please don't forget us in your support and prayers during these difficult times.

The struggle deepens... relentless rain, fragile tents, and Gaza's muddy roads swallowing every step A tent is not a home, and rain is no mercy when it floods every corner No real shelter, no safe streets - just survival against all odds Children sleep soaked, ambulances slip through mud.. Gaza was drowned in blood and no one moved... Will their consciences be moved when it is drowned in rain? My dear friends... Despite the rain, I checked on the cats... You can't imagine how wonderful they are, searching for safe, rain-free places... They are truly amazing.. I saw two cats hiding in an old oven that wasn't being used because there was no gas. I saw two more cats under the stairs. I saw three cats under my sister's car. Don't worry, the car won't move; there's no gasoline in Gaza... My dear friends, I desperately need your support to feed the 17 cats who survived the genocide with me.. If you appreciate what I do for cats, you can support me financially via PayPal... or even just by retweeting or commenting. I appreciate any support, no matter how small. My dear friends, please don't forget us in your support and prayers during these difficult times.

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For the second year in a row, fate has prevented my children from being included on the school's list of successful students... not because they didn't work hard, but because the aggression prevented them from experiencing a moment of joy due to the circumstances. But in my heart, they are successful... they have passed a test greater than any other exam. They persevered when the world became narrow, they stood firm when safety around them crumbled, and they held on to their dignity in the midst of the storm... and they continue to do so.. These are my kids, my pride and joy... they succeeded in life, when success itself was absent... Dear friends, yesterday the news was positive, but unfortunately today the news is disappointing. Unfortunately, they resumed the bombing tonight and made up for what they missed during the day yesterday. Unfortunately, all the aid trucks were looted and are being sold on the black market at ridiculous prices. Half of the humiliating airdrops they dropped were dropped in areas under army control, and everyone who went there was killed.. I don't know how long this hell will last.. My children or any child is not supposed to go through this.. How harsh this life is.. It made us endure circumstances greater than our ages.. Gaza is experiencing horrific levels of famine, and the population cannot be controlled by allowing a few trucks in... "Starvation, killing, crushing, and humiliation are being declared, with children being burned before the eyes of the world, and a people being exterminated on live television. " We will not forget, we will not forgive, we will not pardon... We say it without shame or embarrassment, we say it with pride and dignity, we say it in a clear and audible voice: "We are hungry.".. Dear friends, we have reached unprecedented levels of despair. I have 25 cats and I am doing everything I can to keep them alive. As you can see in the video below, we crumble bread, moisten it with water, and mix it with beef to keep the beef going for as long as possible. The problem now is that flour is very expensive, beef has become expensive, and everything is expensive. Your support is what has helped me, my family, and the cats who survived the past two years to survive... I appreciate your support and I am very grateful to you. Every bit helps me overcome the famine... The famine has exhausted us. Speak up for us. We need you. Be a voice for justice and humanity. I literally want you to take a serious stand. I want you to share this tweet and make my voice heard throughout the world so everyone can see what is happening to us. Gaza is experiencing a terrible famine. #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving #Gaza_is_dying_of_starvation #Gaza_is_dying_of_hunger #GazaUnderAttack

For the second year in a row, fate has prevented my children from being included on the school's list of successful students... not because they didn't work hard, but because the aggression prevented them from experiencing a moment of joy due to the circumstances. But in my heart, they are successful... they have passed a test greater than any other exam. They persevered when the world became narrow, they stood firm when safety around them crumbled, and they held on to their dignity in the midst of the storm... and they continue to do so.. These are my kids, my pride and joy... they succeeded in life, when success itself was absent... Dear friends, yesterday the news was positive, but unfortunately today the news is disappointing. Unfortunately, they resumed the bombing tonight and made up for what they missed during the day yesterday. Unfortunately, all the aid trucks were looted and are being sold on the black market at ridiculous prices. Half of the humiliating airdrops they dropped were dropped in areas under army control, and everyone who went there was killed.. I don't know how long this hell will last.. My children or any child is not supposed to go through this.. How harsh this life is.. It made us endure circumstances greater than our ages.. Gaza is experiencing horrific levels of famine, and the population cannot be controlled by allowing a few trucks in... "Starvation, killing, crushing, and humiliation are being declared, with children being burned before the eyes of the world, and a people being exterminated on live television. " We will not forget, we will not forgive, we will not pardon... We say it without shame or embarrassment, we say it with pride and dignity, we say it in a clear and audible voice: "We are hungry.".. Dear friends, we have reached unprecedented levels of despair. I have 25 cats and I am doing everything I can to keep them alive. As you can see in the video below, we crumble bread, moisten it with water, and mix it with beef to keep the beef going for as long as possible. The problem now is that flour is very expensive, beef has become expensive, and everything is expensive. Your support is what has helped me, my family, and the cats who survived the past two years to survive... I appreciate your support and I am very grateful to you. Every bit helps me overcome the famine... The famine has exhausted us. Speak up for us. We need you. Be a voice for justice and humanity. I literally want you to take a serious stand. I want you to share this tweet and make my voice heard throughout the world so everyone can see what is happening to us. Gaza is experiencing a terrible famine. #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving #Gaza_is_dying_of_starvation #Gaza_is_dying_of_hunger #GazaUnderAttack

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This Australian doctor is amazing. She's my colleague at the hospital where I work. In just 3 minutes, she summarized what I've been trying to explain for two years.

This Australian doctor is amazing. She's my colleague at the hospital where I work. In just 3 minutes, she summarized what I've been trying to explain for two years.

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I go to work and I hide the pain inside me.. I come back from work and I hide the pain I see at work.. But what makes me patient is the Arabic proverb that says, “Remember that you will go through situations that you do not deserve, but they are what will make you stronger and wiser.” My friends and loved ones, this is your friend Mo from Gaza, and this is a new update.. Tonight I was working at Al-Shifa Hospital and I was doing my job normally.. Suddenly... without any warning... flares were thrown at the hospital and there was a special force that opened fire everywhere in the hospital.. They kidnapped one of the injured who is receiving treatment in the hospital... I lived an hour that felt like years.. The shooting was very intense.. After the raid on the hospital ended, the special forces retreated, but one of their vehicles appeared to have broken down. They left it and went with the other vehicles. Therefore, the drones bombed that vehicle at the hospital gate.. Shrapnel was scattered everywhere. Thank heavens I wasn't hurt. But what I saw was very shocking. I was in the middle of the battle.. On the other hand, regarding the situation in Gaza City... The massacres, genocide, and relentless holocaust are striking every corner of our city, to the point where we are unable to keep up with what's happening. We don't know what to write, describe, or shout. The tragedy is immense and beyond words, and the wound is deeper than any expression. The situation is very, very difficult here in Gaza City... I've made my decision. I want to move to the south. I'm still looking for land, an apartment, or any other property to rent to move there. Unfortunately, there are no more vacant spaces. It's terribly overcrowded there. If I find something, I'll leave immediately and keep you posted on any updates... Please don't forget to support me and help me evacuate my city. I am grateful to you for everything, my friends. Every bit of help is appreciated. Please spread the word and talk about us. I love you all. If anything happens to me, please forgive me🙏🙏🙏. Your faithful friend Mo

I go to work and I hide the pain inside me.. I come back from work and I hide the pain I see at work.. But what makes me patient is the Arabic proverb that says, “Remember that you will go through situations that you do not deserve, but they are what will make you stronger and wiser.” My friends and loved ones, this is your friend Mo from Gaza, and this is a new update.. Tonight I was working at Al-Shifa Hospital and I was doing my job normally.. Suddenly... without any warning... flares were thrown at the hospital and there was a special force that opened fire everywhere in the hospital.. They kidnapped one of the injured who is receiving treatment in the hospital... I lived an hour that felt like years.. The shooting was very intense.. After the raid on the hospital ended, the special forces retreated, but one of their vehicles appeared to have broken down. They left it and went with the other vehicles. Therefore, the drones bombed that vehicle at the hospital gate.. Shrapnel was scattered everywhere. Thank heavens I wasn't hurt. But what I saw was very shocking. I was in the middle of the battle.. On the other hand, regarding the situation in Gaza City... The massacres, genocide, and relentless holocaust are striking every corner of our city, to the point where we are unable to keep up with what's happening. We don't know what to write, describe, or shout. The tragedy is immense and beyond words, and the wound is deeper than any expression. The situation is very, very difficult here in Gaza City... I've made my decision. I want to move to the south. I'm still looking for land, an apartment, or any other property to rent to move there. Unfortunately, there are no more vacant spaces. It's terribly overcrowded there. If I find something, I'll leave immediately and keep you posted on any updates... Please don't forget to support me and help me evacuate my city. I am grateful to you for everything, my friends. Every bit of help is appreciated. Please spread the word and talk about us. I love you all. If anything happens to me, please forgive me🙏🙏🙏. Your faithful friend Mo

184,888 次观看 • 8 个月前

**Blood for food... Gaza groans, and the world is asleep** In Gaza, aid is not distributed... rather, death traps are set! In Gaza, bread arrives only mixed with gunpowder, and a bag of flour arrives only laden with the blood of a martyr. Those who go to the distribution point don't go to eat, they go to fight... to risk their lives for a morsel of food. Some return with booty, others return without limbs... or never return at all. Gentlemen, this isn't aid... it's disguised humiliation. It's not "humanitarian aid," but rather humanitarian ambushes, where the weak are liquidated and dignity is killed before the eyes of the world. Hundreds of martyrs, thousands of wounded, and an army of disabled and amputees, all paid for the flour, not with money, but with blood! Do you know where the aid is sold? On the black market, in the hands of those who betray, monopolize, and starve, while those who deserve it cannot reach it.. Whoever reaches it is a fedayeen, risking their lives as if they were in battle, for a bag of rice... for a can of sardines... for a handful of life! We thought the "oil for food" deal in Iraq was the cruelest thing the Arabs had ever seen... But in Gaza, we see "blood for food"! A deal devoid of morals, justice, and honor. And what about the regimes and governments? Silent regimes... mouthpieces that justify... and an international community of paper! Gaza doesn't need bags of rice sold in the market. Gaza needs dignity. It needs a decision. It needs someone to break the siege, not someone to justify it. Gaza doesn't beg, it fights. Gaza isn't just starving... it's dying every moment due to the silence of the nation and the betrayal of the world. O people, either support Gaza as befits free people, or remain silent and don't trade in its blood. Whoever cannot carry flour to the hungry, let him at least raise his voice... **And let him acknowledge that blood is being paid for food today.** And all those who remain silent are partners in crime.** The video below shows the risks involved when going to collect aid. We literally have two choices: either die of hunger, or go there to collect some aid and we will also die. What do you think is the best way to die? We have been given several options for death, and we must choose one.. If we don't want to die here or there, we have to endure the black market that is absolutely merciless. The prices are more than ridiculous. The prices have doubled to 20, 30, and sometimes to 50 times. Therefore, no matter how much support I get, I cannot keep up with the black market. Because what I used to buy for $100, I need at least $2,000 now.. I appreciate and am very grateful to everyone who supported me to get through this.. Your support helps a lot. Instead of going constantly.. I go once a month to that hell I hope I never have to go there again. Please keep me in your prayers and support. This is your friend Mo, and I want to remind you that I have a shelter from which 25 cats have survived, and I care for them with all my heart. I also have a family to care for. We are all very grateful for your presence in our lives.

Blood for food... Gaza groans, and the world is asleep In Gaza, aid is not distributed... rather, death traps are set! In Gaza, bread arrives only mixed with gunpowder, and a bag of flour arrives only laden with the blood of a martyr. Those who go to the distribution point don't go to eat, they go to fight... to risk their lives for a morsel of food. Some return with booty, others return without limbs... or never return at all. Gentlemen, this isn't aid... it's disguised humiliation. It's not "humanitarian aid," but rather humanitarian ambushes, where the weak are liquidated and dignity is killed before the eyes of the world. Hundreds of martyrs, thousands of wounded, and an army of disabled and amputees, all paid for the flour, not with money, but with blood! Do you know where the aid is sold? On the black market, in the hands of those who betray, monopolize, and starve, while those who deserve it cannot reach it.. Whoever reaches it is a fedayeen, risking their lives as if they were in battle, for a bag of rice... for a can of sardines... for a handful of life! We thought the "oil for food" deal in Iraq was the cruelest thing the Arabs had ever seen... But in Gaza, we see "blood for food"! A deal devoid of morals, justice, and honor. And what about the regimes and governments? Silent regimes... mouthpieces that justify... and an international community of paper! Gaza doesn't need bags of rice sold in the market. Gaza needs dignity. It needs a decision. It needs someone to break the siege, not someone to justify it. Gaza doesn't beg, it fights. Gaza isn't just starving... it's dying every moment due to the silence of the nation and the betrayal of the world. O people, either support Gaza as befits free people, or remain silent and don't trade in its blood. Whoever cannot carry flour to the hungry, let him at least raise his voice... And let him acknowledge that blood is being paid for food today. And all those who remain silent are partners in crime.** The video below shows the risks involved when going to collect aid. We literally have two choices: either die of hunger, or go there to collect some aid and we will also die. What do you think is the best way to die? We have been given several options for death, and we must choose one.. If we don't want to die here or there, we have to endure the black market that is absolutely merciless. The prices are more than ridiculous. The prices have doubled to 20, 30, and sometimes to 50 times. Therefore, no matter how much support I get, I cannot keep up with the black market. Because what I used to buy for $100, I need at least $2,000 now.. I appreciate and am very grateful to everyone who supported me to get through this.. Your support helps a lot. Instead of going constantly.. I go once a month to that hell I hope I never have to go there again. Please keep me in your prayers and support. This is your friend Mo, and I want to remind you that I have a shelter from which 25 cats have survived, and I care for them with all my heart. I also have a family to care for. We are all very grateful for your presence in our lives.

161,876 次观看 • 11 个月前

If just getting bread is humiliating, then it is an honor to die of hunger.. Those who revolt because of hunger will inevitably remain silent if you throw a piece of bread at them, but those who revolt for dignity will not remain silent until they have dignity... We are people seeking peace, and in return they are fighting us by starving an entire people. Isn’t this collective punishment? My dear friends and loved ones.. Famine is still killing Gaza day after day, and prices are becoming more insane day after day, so people are inventing a new way of living every day.. In the video below, people ground lentils and made flour from them because lentils are available in abundance.. In the other video, people use pasta with flour to make the flour last as long as possible.. The third video is exactly what happens to me.. Where we have old, spoiled flour whose expiration date has passed, we purify the insects from the flour.. It is better to do this than not eat... Last year, we made flour from barley, corn, and fodder that was used to feed birds and animals. This time, the alternatives are different.. The problem is that all of these are last-ditch attempts to survive. We are using alternatives now and using corrupt supplies. This will not last long... O coming days passe over us by in peace. Our hearts are tired and the war has exhausted us.. What I feel is.. An unknown future, severe depression, a sad reality, loss of passion and excessive thinking.. Believe me, my friends, when I go to the gym, my goal is not to get muscles or a fit body... I go there to fight depression... My friends and loved ones.. The aerial bombardment still does not stop day and night.. and there is still a ground invasion in the Shuja’iya neighborhood.. Al-Shujaiya neighborhood is 2 km or 1.5 miles away from me.. Every night they advance a little and then retreat a little.. The army is making statements that they will expand the military operation very soon. This means that my region is next😔😔 I am still here for my cats, providing them with care and I will never let them down. Although food is scarce, it does not matter. I will not hesitate to search more and more every day for food for them. These are souls, and they are like my children, Ayman and Julia... My friends and loved ones, I must be prepared for any upcoming invasion of my region. If bad guys invade my area, I won't be able to search like I do now.. Any support is greatly appreciated and helps us face these difficult times.. With your support, I will buy what I can to confront these conditions. Who knows, maybe we won't be able to eat it... I hope I'm wrong, but I think things are very, very bad.. Thank you to everyone who supported me and illuminated my way in the darkest of times #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving

If just getting bread is humiliating, then it is an honor to die of hunger.. Those who revolt because of hunger will inevitably remain silent if you throw a piece of bread at them, but those who revolt for dignity will not remain silent until they have dignity... We are people seeking peace, and in return they are fighting us by starving an entire people. Isn’t this collective punishment? My dear friends and loved ones.. Famine is still killing Gaza day after day, and prices are becoming more insane day after day, so people are inventing a new way of living every day.. In the video below, people ground lentils and made flour from them because lentils are available in abundance.. In the other video, people use pasta with flour to make the flour last as long as possible.. The third video is exactly what happens to me.. Where we have old, spoiled flour whose expiration date has passed, we purify the insects from the flour.. It is better to do this than not eat... Last year, we made flour from barley, corn, and fodder that was used to feed birds and animals. This time, the alternatives are different.. The problem is that all of these are last-ditch attempts to survive. We are using alternatives now and using corrupt supplies. This will not last long... O coming days passe over us by in peace. Our hearts are tired and the war has exhausted us.. What I feel is.. An unknown future, severe depression, a sad reality, loss of passion and excessive thinking.. Believe me, my friends, when I go to the gym, my goal is not to get muscles or a fit body... I go there to fight depression... My friends and loved ones.. The aerial bombardment still does not stop day and night.. and there is still a ground invasion in the Shuja’iya neighborhood.. Al-Shujaiya neighborhood is 2 km or 1.5 miles away from me.. Every night they advance a little and then retreat a little.. The army is making statements that they will expand the military operation very soon. This means that my region is next😔😔 I am still here for my cats, providing them with care and I will never let them down. Although food is scarce, it does not matter. I will not hesitate to search more and more every day for food for them. These are souls, and they are like my children, Ayman and Julia... My friends and loved ones, I must be prepared for any upcoming invasion of my region. If bad guys invade my area, I won't be able to search like I do now.. Any support is greatly appreciated and helps us face these difficult times.. With your support, I will buy what I can to confront these conditions. Who knows, maybe we won't be able to eat it... I hope I'm wrong, but I think things are very, very bad.. Thank you to everyone who supported me and illuminated my way in the darkest of times #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving

139,033 次观看 • 1 年前

Disappointments surround us from all sides. We feel broken.. But we will definitely come back from under the rubble.. We in the north Gaza cling to the land like the roots of trees clinging to the soil. There is no wind that can uproot people who want to remain in their place. We are not just numbers.... We have a case. But there is no justice in this world.. My friends and loved ones.. Based on your advice, I decided to buy cat food and not wait. But I decided not to buy for a very long time for fear of wasting money. I also want to buy now so that I do not feel regret if a ceasefire occurs. Everyone knows that we have to buy from the black market, and unfortunately the prices are very ridiculous. So I will buy enough to last 3 months.. I will try to do my best to find food for cats, but if I cannot, the alternative option will be to use canned human food... I already have enough cat food to last until the end of December. But I want to buy it now because canned meat is available now.. I also mix bread with cat food to make it last longer...as shown in the video below I had a beautiful shelter before the war.. it was completely destroyed.. It had more than 60 cats. There are now about 25 cats left, and there are some cats nearby who find love and food, so they come to eat with the cats in the shelter. I would be very grateful for your support at the following link You can donate via PayPal There are days left until the end of 2024. It has been a year full of pain, patience, pain, fear, hunger, humiliation, oppression and suffering. I don't want this year to end with cats suffering as we do. Your support will help save cats from starvation I am very grateful to everyone who supports me morally and financially, and to everyone who retweets. Thank you all, friends

Disappointments surround us from all sides. We feel broken.. But we will definitely come back from under the rubble.. We in the north Gaza cling to the land like the roots of trees clinging to the soil. There is no wind that can uproot people who want to remain in their place. We are not just numbers.... We have a case. But there is no justice in this world.. My friends and loved ones.. Based on your advice, I decided to buy cat food and not wait. But I decided not to buy for a very long time for fear of wasting money. I also want to buy now so that I do not feel regret if a ceasefire occurs. Everyone knows that we have to buy from the black market, and unfortunately the prices are very ridiculous. So I will buy enough to last 3 months.. I will try to do my best to find food for cats, but if I cannot, the alternative option will be to use canned human food... I already have enough cat food to last until the end of December. But I want to buy it now because canned meat is available now.. I also mix bread with cat food to make it last longer...as shown in the video below I had a beautiful shelter before the war.. it was completely destroyed.. It had more than 60 cats. There are now about 25 cats left, and there are some cats nearby who find love and food, so they come to eat with the cats in the shelter. I would be very grateful for your support at the following link You can donate via PayPal There are days left until the end of 2024. It has been a year full of pain, patience, pain, fear, hunger, humiliation, oppression and suffering. I don't want this year to end with cats suffering as we do. Your support will help save cats from starvation I am very grateful to everyone who supports me morally and financially, and to everyone who retweets. Thank you all, friends

119,300 次观看 • 1 年前

Is this a new migration or a new departure? Or is it just one of thousands in a series of sufferings we are experiencing? Look... it's a valley of bodies marching in the sand... They're not marching toward a dream... they're marching toward a bag of flour... Everything here marches with the weight of famine... Faces are broken, but feet walk... Hearts are empty, but arms are outstretched... This isn't a line for food... this is a line for execution... From a distance, the scene looks like a huge crowd chasing life and disappointment.. The sand slopes are witnesses, and the clouds are witnesses, and everyone who has gone there and looked has witnessed the graves of people whose names are not written on their graves.. O sleeping world.. Do you know what it means for thousands of people to gather for a bag of flour?? Do you know what it means to sell your dignity, bet your body, and struggle with your hunger, not to live, but to postpone your death? This land does not scream.. This land rages with anger and oppression.. Under every foot is a story, and under every bag of flour is a mother's sigh, or a farewell kiss that wasn't fulfilled... or a martyr's bone that hasn't yet been buried... Here, people walk in a mass funeral, no one knowing who has died and who will die in the coming minutes... The scene is too great to describe and more painful than any language can express.. Here we are tempted with food to be killed.. Last night, boxes came in. I was intending to go feed my family and children, but I had a long shift at the hospital.. Maybe I'll get lucky in the next few days.. the prices are crazy... the black market is completely merciless... When you enter the markets, you feel indescribable cruelty in all transactions, as if you were in a battle. There is no mercy, no consideration, and no sense of the crisis or the people. First, you are required to pay in cash only; they do not accept transfers via the bank's app. Second, they require new currency, otherwise they will not accept it. Third, prices are astronomical, far beyond people's means, for no justification other than greed. My friends and loved ones.. I am on the verge of collapse... your support is what keeps me on my feet... All financial plans fail when dealing with the black market. No matter how much we store and save, everything will be exhausted. The war has been going on for two years and all resources have been exhausted.. I've noticed that support has declined recently. I realize that it's a difficult time and I appreciate that, but what we're going through is more difficult than I can describe.. I would be very grateful for your support to get me through this difficult period.. Nothing makes us learn life better than experience...and nothing makes us more silent than disappointment. What kills a person the most is not hunger or war, but the feeling of being invisible, that no one pays attention to his tears and no one hears his voice. #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving

Is this a new migration or a new departure? Or is it just one of thousands in a series of sufferings we are experiencing? Look... it's a valley of bodies marching in the sand... They're not marching toward a dream... they're marching toward a bag of flour... Everything here marches with the weight of famine... Faces are broken, but feet walk... Hearts are empty, but arms are outstretched... This isn't a line for food... this is a line for execution... From a distance, the scene looks like a huge crowd chasing life and disappointment.. The sand slopes are witnesses, and the clouds are witnesses, and everyone who has gone there and looked has witnessed the graves of people whose names are not written on their graves.. O sleeping world.. Do you know what it means for thousands of people to gather for a bag of flour?? Do you know what it means to sell your dignity, bet your body, and struggle with your hunger, not to live, but to postpone your death? This land does not scream.. This land rages with anger and oppression.. Under every foot is a story, and under every bag of flour is a mother's sigh, or a farewell kiss that wasn't fulfilled... or a martyr's bone that hasn't yet been buried... Here, people walk in a mass funeral, no one knowing who has died and who will die in the coming minutes... The scene is too great to describe and more painful than any language can express.. Here we are tempted with food to be killed.. Last night, boxes came in. I was intending to go feed my family and children, but I had a long shift at the hospital.. Maybe I'll get lucky in the next few days.. the prices are crazy... the black market is completely merciless... When you enter the markets, you feel indescribable cruelty in all transactions, as if you were in a battle. There is no mercy, no consideration, and no sense of the crisis or the people. First, you are required to pay in cash only; they do not accept transfers via the bank's app. Second, they require new currency, otherwise they will not accept it. Third, prices are astronomical, far beyond people's means, for no justification other than greed. My friends and loved ones.. I am on the verge of collapse... your support is what keeps me on my feet... All financial plans fail when dealing with the black market. No matter how much we store and save, everything will be exhausted. The war has been going on for two years and all resources have been exhausted.. I've noticed that support has declined recently. I realize that it's a difficult time and I appreciate that, but what we're going through is more difficult than I can describe.. I would be very grateful for your support to get me through this difficult period.. Nothing makes us learn life better than experience...and nothing makes us more silent than disappointment. What kills a person the most is not hunger or war, but the feeling of being invisible, that no one pays attention to his tears and no one hears his voice. #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving

55,056 次观看 • 11 个月前

I am no longer a human being, nor even anything. I have become a walking void. The days repeat themselves as punishment for a crime I don't remember committing, and the night is longer than life, and memory is full of unspeakable things. Even the tears have left my eyes, and my heart no longer has room for another collapse. I am so tired of being broken that patience has become meaningless. Dostoyevsky says that the most difficult battle a person can fight is to be a broken person inside and yet try to appear strong to the world.. But I'm not trying anymore.. The mask of strength I pretend to have has fallen and only pain remains.. My dear friends and loved ones... With deep sadness and sorrow, I inform you that the army killed Anas Al-Sharif, Mohammed Qureiqa, and Al Jazeera cameramen in front of the gate of Al-Shifa Hospital... They are trying to silence us... They don't want the truth to be revealed... My colleagues sustained minor injuries when our office was damaged. The photo below shows the damage to our office at Al-Shifa Hospital... I could have been the one who got hurt if the assassination had happened the night before... My friends and loved ones, tonight was absolute hell in Gaza. Tanks fired hundreds of shells, some close, some far away. They also launched a violent fire belt... For those who don't know what a fire belt is, I invite you to watch the video below. Warplanes drop a large number of missiles, one after the other, on a specific area. Note that the sound of the explosions in reality is much more terrifying than what the cameras show. The explosions also cause an earthquake throughout Gaza. Can anyone endure this terrifying minute? That minute doesn't count as 60 seconds.. That minute is counted by the number of heartbeats .. My dear friends and loved ones... When the sun rises, the first thing I do is check on the cats who have been through a difficult time. Everyone knows they are sensitive creatures and are frightened by the sound of explosions. I fed them and provided them with clean water with the help of my son Ayman. Today is Ayman's birthday. He is now 14 years old. I wish circumstances would allow us to celebrate. Maybe next year we can celebrate and have a good time in peace... but on one condition: if we stay alive.. It seems that the army's plans to occupy Gaza City have begun to be implemented... and there is a possibility that I will leave my home and leave everything behind. I still buy cat food and food for my family on a daily basis due to the high prices, despite the influx of some food supplies... I appreciate your support very much and I am very grateful to you... I am grateful to everyone who has stood by me unconditionally and without reason. I am very grateful to everyone who supports me morally and financially. I am grateful to everyone who loves us sincerely and unconditionally... Your prayers and supplications are with us in these difficult times.

I am no longer a human being, nor even anything. I have become a walking void. The days repeat themselves as punishment for a crime I don't remember committing, and the night is longer than life, and memory is full of unspeakable things. Even the tears have left my eyes, and my heart no longer has room for another collapse. I am so tired of being broken that patience has become meaningless. Dostoyevsky says that the most difficult battle a person can fight is to be a broken person inside and yet try to appear strong to the world.. But I'm not trying anymore.. The mask of strength I pretend to have has fallen and only pain remains.. My dear friends and loved ones... With deep sadness and sorrow, I inform you that the army killed Anas Al-Sharif, Mohammed Qureiqa, and Al Jazeera cameramen in front of the gate of Al-Shifa Hospital... They are trying to silence us... They don't want the truth to be revealed... My colleagues sustained minor injuries when our office was damaged. The photo below shows the damage to our office at Al-Shifa Hospital... I could have been the one who got hurt if the assassination had happened the night before... My friends and loved ones, tonight was absolute hell in Gaza. Tanks fired hundreds of shells, some close, some far away. They also launched a violent fire belt... For those who don't know what a fire belt is, I invite you to watch the video below. Warplanes drop a large number of missiles, one after the other, on a specific area. Note that the sound of the explosions in reality is much more terrifying than what the cameras show. The explosions also cause an earthquake throughout Gaza. Can anyone endure this terrifying minute? That minute doesn't count as 60 seconds.. That minute is counted by the number of heartbeats .. My dear friends and loved ones... When the sun rises, the first thing I do is check on the cats who have been through a difficult time. Everyone knows they are sensitive creatures and are frightened by the sound of explosions. I fed them and provided them with clean water with the help of my son Ayman. Today is Ayman's birthday. He is now 14 years old. I wish circumstances would allow us to celebrate. Maybe next year we can celebrate and have a good time in peace... but on one condition: if we stay alive.. It seems that the army's plans to occupy Gaza City have begun to be implemented... and there is a possibility that I will leave my home and leave everything behind. I still buy cat food and food for my family on a daily basis due to the high prices, despite the influx of some food supplies... I appreciate your support very much and I am very grateful to you... I am grateful to everyone who has stood by me unconditionally and without reason. I am very grateful to everyone who supports me morally and financially. I am grateful to everyone who loves us sincerely and unconditionally... Your prayers and supplications are with us in these difficult times.

42,846 次观看 • 9 个月前

Souls accustomed to anxiety think that reassurance is a trap.. In the darkness of my days, I was never as weak as I thought; I was being reshaped. I realized that pain didn't come to break me, but to reveal the strength I had forgotten within me Every fall was a path toward deeper resilience, and every ache was a lesson in silent endurance. I learned that light is not given, it is created from within—when the heart refuses to surrender. And in the end, I understood that darkness was never my enemy, but my teacher—the one who taught me that true strength is born when you learn to light your own way.. My dear friends... This is Mo... This is Gaza... A ceasefire has been declared, and the war has stopped, but the reality has not changed. We are still lost. Houses are destroyed, and most people live in tents. We cannot live properly. We are struggling to adapt to life after the war, as if the war has not yet ended. Silence has replaced the bombing, and Gaza is quiet, as if it were a ghost town.. I went back home. I was shocked by what happened on Galaa Street and Nasr Street. Nothing was left there.. My house is still standing, but it needs some rebuilding. There's rubble in the garden. There's gunpowder, too. There's damage to the sewage pipes and internet cables... I took the solar panels with me. If I hadn't taken them, they would have been destroyed. The technician will install them again, and the plumber will come to fix the sewage pipes and install the barrels.. I have a hard week ahead of me to fix everything that's been damaged in my house... but I'm satisfied... satisfied because I'm lucky to still have a home.. The saddest news is that the cat shelter was completely destroyed... and unfortunately some of the cats escaped... only 13 cats remain... How cruel war is.. I had 65 cats two years ago and by the end of the war I had 13 cats.. What is the fault of these innocent souls? But the war is over... and together we can rebuild everything... Everything will be better than before... Everyone who knows me knows I can get through it... I've been through worse and tougher times and I got through it.. In the video below, I'm on my truck journey from south to north. The photos below show one of the rubble that collapsed on a house. Other photos show some of the cats that survived the genocide.. Dear friends, I need you to rebuild what the war has destroyed. I don't want to fix everything. I want to fix what allows me to live, because the prices are ridiculous... I want to buy sewer pipes, bring in a plumber, install septic tanks, install solar panels, and repair the damaged brick roof so that rain doesn't run into my house. I also want to build a beautiful, cozy shelter for the cats and provide them with love and warmth .. I need your support to start over and my cat, my family and I would be very grateful to you.. And at the end of this strange journey, we came away with some lessons, some wounds, and a lot, a lot of pain. Thank you for listening, and thank you for your moral support, and thank you for standing by me throughout the past two years. Love you all, my friends.

Souls accustomed to anxiety think that reassurance is a trap.. In the darkness of my days, I was never as weak as I thought; I was being reshaped. I realized that pain didn't come to break me, but to reveal the strength I had forgotten within me Every fall was a path toward deeper resilience, and every ache was a lesson in silent endurance. I learned that light is not given, it is created from within—when the heart refuses to surrender. And in the end, I understood that darkness was never my enemy, but my teacher—the one who taught me that true strength is born when you learn to light your own way.. My dear friends... This is Mo... This is Gaza... A ceasefire has been declared, and the war has stopped, but the reality has not changed. We are still lost. Houses are destroyed, and most people live in tents. We cannot live properly. We are struggling to adapt to life after the war, as if the war has not yet ended. Silence has replaced the bombing, and Gaza is quiet, as if it were a ghost town.. I went back home. I was shocked by what happened on Galaa Street and Nasr Street. Nothing was left there.. My house is still standing, but it needs some rebuilding. There's rubble in the garden. There's gunpowder, too. There's damage to the sewage pipes and internet cables... I took the solar panels with me. If I hadn't taken them, they would have been destroyed. The technician will install them again, and the plumber will come to fix the sewage pipes and install the barrels.. I have a hard week ahead of me to fix everything that's been damaged in my house... but I'm satisfied... satisfied because I'm lucky to still have a home.. The saddest news is that the cat shelter was completely destroyed... and unfortunately some of the cats escaped... only 13 cats remain... How cruel war is.. I had 65 cats two years ago and by the end of the war I had 13 cats.. What is the fault of these innocent souls? But the war is over... and together we can rebuild everything... Everything will be better than before... Everyone who knows me knows I can get through it... I've been through worse and tougher times and I got through it.. In the video below, I'm on my truck journey from south to north. The photos below show one of the rubble that collapsed on a house. Other photos show some of the cats that survived the genocide.. Dear friends, I need you to rebuild what the war has destroyed. I don't want to fix everything. I want to fix what allows me to live, because the prices are ridiculous... I want to buy sewer pipes, bring in a plumber, install septic tanks, install solar panels, and repair the damaged brick roof so that rain doesn't run into my house. I also want to build a beautiful, cozy shelter for the cats and provide them with love and warmth .. I need your support to start over and my cat, my family and I would be very grateful to you.. And at the end of this strange journey, we came away with some lessons, some wounds, and a lot, a lot of pain. Thank you for listening, and thank you for your moral support, and thank you for standing by me throughout the past two years. Love you all, my friends.

31,130 次观看 • 7 个月前

One of our most naïve illusions is believing that souls truly change, or that time reshapes the essence of human nature. In truth, people do not change at all; rather, the performance of pretense inevitably reaches its end, and the masks they have worn for so long become too heavy to carry And when those borrowed faces fall away at the first real turning point, what emerges are not new personalities, but the bare truth that had long resided in the shadows, silently awaiting the moment the curtain would fall... That's human nature... they'll never learn... Tonight was a difficult night for our area. They bombed a building just five minutes from my house. The building housed a restaurant, and people were celebrating the Eid. Their joy turned to sorrow and terror.. Shrapnel flew into my house and I saw flames burning that building.. The first thing I did when daylight came was check on the cats... Thank God they're all well... and my family and me are well too.. The ceasefire agreement they claim is extremely fragile, and the crossings have been closed since the beginning of the Iranian war.. We are struggling to survive.. My dear friends, I tweeted repeatedly that war could return here at any moment. And what happened tonight is the biggest proof of that.. I hope everyone who sees this tweet will share and support me in any way they can to face the coming days Your support helps me survive and face difficult times.. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support and for retweeting to spread the word. I am very grateful to you for everything.

One of our most naïve illusions is believing that souls truly change, or that time reshapes the essence of human nature. In truth, people do not change at all; rather, the performance of pretense inevitably reaches its end, and the masks they have worn for so long become too heavy to carry And when those borrowed faces fall away at the first real turning point, what emerges are not new personalities, but the bare truth that had long resided in the shadows, silently awaiting the moment the curtain would fall... That's human nature... they'll never learn... Tonight was a difficult night for our area. They bombed a building just five minutes from my house. The building housed a restaurant, and people were celebrating the Eid. Their joy turned to sorrow and terror.. Shrapnel flew into my house and I saw flames burning that building.. The first thing I did when daylight came was check on the cats... Thank God they're all well... and my family and me are well too.. The ceasefire agreement they claim is extremely fragile, and the crossings have been closed since the beginning of the Iranian war.. We are struggling to survive.. My dear friends, I tweeted repeatedly that war could return here at any moment. And what happened tonight is the biggest proof of that.. I hope everyone who sees this tweet will share and support me in any way they can to face the coming days Your support helps me survive and face difficult times.. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your support and for retweeting to spread the word. I am very grateful to you for everything.

10,230 次观看 • 2 个月前

Flour is no longer flour. It has become a measure of dignity and a measure of failure. Every morning, our feet trudge toward the same unknown: A narrow alley, a long queue, men with broken faces, Women carrying their children and shattered hopes. It's as if you can see hunger walking on its own two feet, seeking a reason to survive.. In the corner stands the "seller"—a child who grew up prematurely, or a young man who learned how to be cruel in the market. He decides who to take and who to return empty-handed. He raises the price whenever he hears a news bulletin, and whenever negotiations are near or postponed. Prices fluctuate like the sky. But flour does not rain down on us. They do not sell flour, they sell our survival... They bargain for our needs, They look at hunger in our eyes like a sniper looks at his target: without hesitation.. And the people? They count the loaves of bread as a sick person counts his breaths. They watch the loaf of bread as a wounded person watches his last heartbeats. And no one asks: How did life bring us to the point where we are humiliated for a sack? Flour here is not a commodity. Flour is a witness. To the absence of a country, the ruin of the market, and the brokenness of humanity in its country.🥺😭 The video below shows how the Israeli army shot at us while we were going to get aid. Dear friends and loved ones, my cats and I have run out of flour. We are now at a very critical stage. I have been relying on bread to mix with canned beef to keep the beef going as long as possible, as it is not available in the markets.. Now I'm in a very dangerous phase. Unfortunately, The price of a 25 kg bag of flour on the black market is $500.. I need two bags... Please support me, friends. I'm in a real disaster... This is a distress call. I am so grateful to all of you for standing by me.

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Flour is no longer flour. It has become a measure of dignity and a measure of failure. Every morning, our feet trudge toward the same unknown: A narrow alley, a long queue, men with broken faces, Women carrying their children and shattered hopes. It's as if you can see hunger walking on its own two feet, seeking a reason to survive.. In the corner stands the "seller"—a child who grew up prematurely, or a young man who learned how to be cruel in the market. He decides who to take and who to return empty-handed. He raises the price whenever he hears a news bulletin, and whenever negotiations are near or postponed. Prices fluctuate like the sky. But flour does not rain down on us. They do not sell flour, they sell our survival... They bargain for our needs, They look at hunger in our eyes like a sniper looks at his target: without hesitation.. And the people? They count the loaves of bread as a sick person counts his breaths. They watch the loaf of bread as a wounded person watches his last heartbeats. And no one asks: How did life bring us to the point where we are humiliated for a sack? Flour here is not a commodity. Flour is a witness. To the absence of a country, the ruin of the market, and the brokenness of humanity in its country.🥺😭 The video below shows how the Israeli army shot at us while we were going to get aid. Dear friends and loved ones, my cats and I have run out of flour. We are now at a very critical stage. I have been relying on bread to mix with canned beef to keep the beef going as long as possible, as it is not available in the markets.. Now I'm in a very dangerous phase. Unfortunately, The price of a 25 kg bag of flour on the black market is $500.. I need two bags... Please support me, friends. I'm in a real disaster... This is a distress call. I am so grateful to all of you for standing by me.

26,284 次观看 • 10 个月前

Every time I look back, I realize that I was a strong warrior. I've beaten myself up so many times over things that I thought would end in the end of the universe... but here I am, still alive.. My friends and loved ones.. This is Mo from northern Gaza.. and this is a new update.. Winter came, summer came, then winter came, and we were still at war.. The Israeli army is still launching a horrific military operation in the north... and it is destroying Jabalia, which is 1.5 km away from me... Life is no longer a battle between good and bad. Life has become a battle between bad and worse. They are still forcing people to go to the south. They deny us food and use starvation as a weapon against civilians.. Not all battles are worth fighting. Some battles are lost with honor... because the one who returns victorious is like the one who was defeated... I'm still struggling to get food.. Our lives have become suffering. We wake up in the morning to line up in line to get bread from the bakery. Then we search for some canned food on the black market. As for obtaining fresh vegetables, this is impossible.. So I planted some seeds in my home garden. Some seedlings grew. They will mature in 3 months. All I hope is that this nightmare will end before these vegetables are ripe.. We no longer have nightmares while we sleep... Because the reality we are experiencing is more horrific than nightmares... I am recovering well from my injury.. and I have a visit to the doctor tomorrow.. I go to the dentist for root canal treatment for my tooth. Toothache is unbearable.. I went for a walk with my friend in the streets of Gaza. The video below shows the extent of the destruction in Gaza. Everything was deadly...but I'm not dead yet... The cats are all fine and in good health. Every day, my son and I take care of them and check on them. They are the ones keeping me steadfast in Gaza... They are the reason I am alive.... My friends and loved ones.. Your support help me survive.. The black market has no mercy on anyone.. prices have doubled insanely.. I lost a lot of weight due to malnutrition, but at least I can hold on.. The last question remains... Will we live the life we really want? Or will we die before we see life?

Every time I look back, I realize that I was a strong warrior. I've beaten myself up so many times over things that I thought would end in the end of the universe... but here I am, still alive.. My friends and loved ones.. This is Mo from northern Gaza.. and this is a new update.. Winter came, summer came, then winter came, and we were still at war.. The Israeli army is still launching a horrific military operation in the north... and it is destroying Jabalia, which is 1.5 km away from me... Life is no longer a battle between good and bad. Life has become a battle between bad and worse. They are still forcing people to go to the south. They deny us food and use starvation as a weapon against civilians.. Not all battles are worth fighting. Some battles are lost with honor... because the one who returns victorious is like the one who was defeated... I'm still struggling to get food.. Our lives have become suffering. We wake up in the morning to line up in line to get bread from the bakery. Then we search for some canned food on the black market. As for obtaining fresh vegetables, this is impossible.. So I planted some seeds in my home garden. Some seedlings grew. They will mature in 3 months. All I hope is that this nightmare will end before these vegetables are ripe.. We no longer have nightmares while we sleep... Because the reality we are experiencing is more horrific than nightmares... I am recovering well from my injury.. and I have a visit to the doctor tomorrow.. I go to the dentist for root canal treatment for my tooth. Toothache is unbearable.. I went for a walk with my friend in the streets of Gaza. The video below shows the extent of the destruction in Gaza. Everything was deadly...but I'm not dead yet... The cats are all fine and in good health. Every day, my son and I take care of them and check on them. They are the ones keeping me steadfast in Gaza... They are the reason I am alive.... My friends and loved ones.. Your support help me survive.. The black market has no mercy on anyone.. prices have doubled insanely.. I lost a lot of weight due to malnutrition, but at least I can hold on.. The last question remains... Will we live the life we really want? Or will we die before we see life?

38,587 次观看 • 1 年前

From northern Gaza ✌🇵🇸... It may be the last message or the last post, and we may or may not meet, but we will remain in the north in Gaza City, if only for the last person. Please pray for us to be steadfast... My friends and dear ones.. I am your friend Mo and this is a new update.. First of all, I want to apologize for not responding to everyone. Everyone knows that we in the north are subjected to a hideous massacre, and it is dangerous for me to go to a place from which I can receive an Internet signal... Believe me, when I see your message, this does not mean that I ignore it. This means that the signal is weak and the Internet is slow. But I see your comments and support with love.. I went to the doctor and had an ultrasound examination to check the tumor and blue marks in my abdomen. The doctor was satisfied with my condition and told me that it was just bruises from the surgery... We are still living in terrifying and difficult times.. The army is still waging a military campaign in the north.. and the tanks are about 1.5 km away from me.. I'm wondering for how long? When will this nightmare end? When will we get out of this hell? Death is no longer terrifying... This life is more terrifying... We still struggle every day to get food. They are still besieging us and using starvation as a weapon against us.. Me, the cats, and my family are all fine. The video below is of my daughter Julia helping me take care of the cats.. there is an idea came to my mind to plant a garden in order to get some vegetables. I bought the seeds from the black market for very ridiculous amounts.. and it will take approximately 3 months for the vegetables to mature.. We don't know if we will stay in the north or if we will live to eat from it. But it is worth the risk... because we miss eating fresh vegetables.. I hope you will support me to get through these difficult times We depend on the black market to get food and food is 100 times its basic price. Your support helps me survive.. and I will be very grateful to you for supporting me.. Even if you cannot support me financially, your moral support and retweets help me a lot, and I appreciate that. Thank you for caring about me, my friends.. I love you all 💗

From northern Gaza ✌🇵🇸... It may be the last message or the last post, and we may or may not meet, but we will remain in the north in Gaza City, if only for the last person. Please pray for us to be steadfast... My friends and dear ones.. I am your friend Mo and this is a new update.. First of all, I want to apologize for not responding to everyone. Everyone knows that we in the north are subjected to a hideous massacre, and it is dangerous for me to go to a place from which I can receive an Internet signal... Believe me, when I see your message, this does not mean that I ignore it. This means that the signal is weak and the Internet is slow. But I see your comments and support with love.. I went to the doctor and had an ultrasound examination to check the tumor and blue marks in my abdomen. The doctor was satisfied with my condition and told me that it was just bruises from the surgery... We are still living in terrifying and difficult times.. The army is still waging a military campaign in the north.. and the tanks are about 1.5 km away from me.. I'm wondering for how long? When will this nightmare end? When will we get out of this hell? Death is no longer terrifying... This life is more terrifying... We still struggle every day to get food. They are still besieging us and using starvation as a weapon against us.. Me, the cats, and my family are all fine. The video below is of my daughter Julia helping me take care of the cats.. there is an idea came to my mind to plant a garden in order to get some vegetables. I bought the seeds from the black market for very ridiculous amounts.. and it will take approximately 3 months for the vegetables to mature.. We don't know if we will stay in the north or if we will live to eat from it. But it is worth the risk... because we miss eating fresh vegetables.. I hope you will support me to get through these difficult times We depend on the black market to get food and food is 100 times its basic price. Your support helps me survive.. and I will be very grateful to you for supporting me.. Even if you cannot support me financially, your moral support and retweets help me a lot, and I appreciate that. Thank you for caring about me, my friends.. I love you all 💗

34,071 次观看 • 1 年前

War doesn't need an idea; it needs a poor person. Whoever fights doesn't do so because they believe, but because they are hungry. Poverty is what gives war bodies that move and souls that accept death without question. The rich don't carry weapons because they own what they fear losing. As for the poor, when they have nothing left, their body becomes the last thing they barter for. Even mercenaries enter the circle of poverty. If poverty didn't exist, The war died down before it started... Believe me, my friends.. This is your friend Mo and this is a new update.. Tonight was one of the most terrifying nights for us.. The airstrikes didn't stop.. There were several airstrikes on our area yesterday.. And at night the artillery shelling didn't stop at all.. The tanks advanced and the tanks were now 1 km away from me.. Most likely any further ground advance and my area will be next.. So I packed my bags to be ready to leave if they advance further.. I won't leave unless the tanks reach my door.. I can't imagine leaving my house.. I hope that never happens.. But if I do leave I will take as many cats as I can like I did last year when they invaded my area.. I will sneak into my house like I did last year to feed the remaining cats.. I hope I never have to do that.. I saw death several times last year when I came to feed the cats.. My friends and loved ones.. Today is Friday.. My friend and I agreed to go to the American aid point (GHF) south of the Netzarim axis.. I am very nervous.. I don't know if I will return or not.. I don't know if I will be able to get anything or not... Everything depends on luck.. Your prayers and prayers, my friends.. In the video below, you can see how they shoot at those waiting for aid. I wish everyone safety... My friends and loved ones, even if I succeed in obtaining an aid fund, that fund will not be sufficient for a long period... Therefore, the bloody black market is the alternative.. Please stand with me to face these circumstances. I'm going there tonight because I can't keep up with the black market. I'm grateful to everyone who stood by me during these dark times. I'm very grateful to everyone who lit my way during these difficult times.. I can't shake this feeling that I'm not in the right place. Everything around me is familiar, but it doesn't feel like me. I feel like I've been living here temporarily for years.. I hope the war ends and the crossing opens so I can leave this hell.. Please pray for me, my friends.

War doesn't need an idea; it needs a poor person. Whoever fights doesn't do so because they believe, but because they are hungry. Poverty is what gives war bodies that move and souls that accept death without question. The rich don't carry weapons because they own what they fear losing. As for the poor, when they have nothing left, their body becomes the last thing they barter for. Even mercenaries enter the circle of poverty. If poverty didn't exist, The war died down before it started... Believe me, my friends.. This is your friend Mo and this is a new update.. Tonight was one of the most terrifying nights for us.. The airstrikes didn't stop.. There were several airstrikes on our area yesterday.. And at night the artillery shelling didn't stop at all.. The tanks advanced and the tanks were now 1 km away from me.. Most likely any further ground advance and my area will be next.. So I packed my bags to be ready to leave if they advance further.. I won't leave unless the tanks reach my door.. I can't imagine leaving my house.. I hope that never happens.. But if I do leave I will take as many cats as I can like I did last year when they invaded my area.. I will sneak into my house like I did last year to feed the remaining cats.. I hope I never have to do that.. I saw death several times last year when I came to feed the cats.. My friends and loved ones.. Today is Friday.. My friend and I agreed to go to the American aid point (GHF) south of the Netzarim axis.. I am very nervous.. I don't know if I will return or not.. I don't know if I will be able to get anything or not... Everything depends on luck.. Your prayers and prayers, my friends.. In the video below, you can see how they shoot at those waiting for aid. I wish everyone safety... My friends and loved ones, even if I succeed in obtaining an aid fund, that fund will not be sufficient for a long period... Therefore, the bloody black market is the alternative.. Please stand with me to face these circumstances. I'm going there tonight because I can't keep up with the black market. I'm grateful to everyone who stood by me during these dark times. I'm very grateful to everyone who lit my way during these difficult times.. I can't shake this feeling that I'm not in the right place. Everything around me is familiar, but it doesn't feel like me. I feel like I've been living here temporarily for years.. I hope the war ends and the crossing opens so I can leave this hell.. Please pray for me, my friends.

22,635 次观看 • 11 个月前

Since yesterday until today, we've been sitting in the same room, and questions are running through our minds: "Should I leave now or wait a bit, maybe there'll be a truce?!" "No, I shouldn't wait for point zero and regret it!" "What should I take and what should I leave?" "This is important, I can't do without it. Transportation isn't enough for all of this. Okay, take this and put this one down. I say I'm afraid one day I'll need it. Okay, no, the tent won't fit enough. Okay, what if I don't take it all or does it get looted or will it be bombed?!".. I want to explain something to you... Do you know why the idea of displacement terrifies us? The height of helplessness is to be torn between the things you love and to take only what you can carry.. During the first displacement last year, we did not know what awaited us, but this time we remember the nightmare well and fear that it will be repeated.. We fear displacement because we will live in the hope that we will return to the place we love one day. Don't think that getting over things and matters is easy. Every time we get over something, our spirits are eroded and we become worn out.. Dear friends, yesterday the army dropped leaflets on us urging us to evacuate our city and head south. As soon as those warnings went out, the towers were bombed... I was at work yesterday... I'm saying this for the first time... It's the first time I didn't feel like I was working in a hospital... I really felt like I was working in a slaughterhouse.. Corpses everywhere...injuries in the hospital alley...the medical staff was unable to handle the huge number of injuries and martyrs.. After my long 18-hour shift, I returned home in the morning. Dozens of airstrikes were falling near my house. They bombed a house next to my daughter Julia's school. Julia returned trembling with fear and terror.. I took her in my arms and kissed her head.. and told her it's okay.. As for the cats... they're fine so far. Whenever a raid happens, they jump up and run like lightning in fear. Poor them. I just checked on them... and I feel so helpless. I can't do much more than feed and care for them.. My dear friends, your situation has become dangerous. As you know, I have packed my bags, bought a tent, and am ready to leave at any time.. So I need your support to be able to pay for the truck that will transport me, the cats, my belongings, and the tent. Your support helps me survive, my friends. My friends... I want to point out... this time is not like every other time... the danger is closer than ever... please... keep us in your prayers and wishes... I love you from the bottom of my heart

Since yesterday until today, we've been sitting in the same room, and questions are running through our minds: "Should I leave now or wait a bit, maybe there'll be a truce?!" "No, I shouldn't wait for point zero and regret it!" "What should I take and what should I leave?" "This is important, I can't do without it. Transportation isn't enough for all of this. Okay, take this and put this one down. I say I'm afraid one day I'll need it. Okay, no, the tent won't fit enough. Okay, what if I don't take it all or does it get looted or will it be bombed?!".. I want to explain something to you... Do you know why the idea of displacement terrifies us? The height of helplessness is to be torn between the things you love and to take only what you can carry.. During the first displacement last year, we did not know what awaited us, but this time we remember the nightmare well and fear that it will be repeated.. We fear displacement because we will live in the hope that we will return to the place we love one day. Don't think that getting over things and matters is easy. Every time we get over something, our spirits are eroded and we become worn out.. Dear friends, yesterday the army dropped leaflets on us urging us to evacuate our city and head south. As soon as those warnings went out, the towers were bombed... I was at work yesterday... I'm saying this for the first time... It's the first time I didn't feel like I was working in a hospital... I really felt like I was working in a slaughterhouse.. Corpses everywhere...injuries in the hospital alley...the medical staff was unable to handle the huge number of injuries and martyrs.. After my long 18-hour shift, I returned home in the morning. Dozens of airstrikes were falling near my house. They bombed a house next to my daughter Julia's school. Julia returned trembling with fear and terror.. I took her in my arms and kissed her head.. and told her it's okay.. As for the cats... they're fine so far. Whenever a raid happens, they jump up and run like lightning in fear. Poor them. I just checked on them... and I feel so helpless. I can't do much more than feed and care for them.. My dear friends, your situation has become dangerous. As you know, I have packed my bags, bought a tent, and am ready to leave at any time.. So I need your support to be able to pay for the truck that will transport me, the cats, my belongings, and the tent. Your support helps me survive, my friends. My friends... I want to point out... this time is not like every other time... the danger is closer than ever... please... keep us in your prayers and wishes... I love you from the bottom of my heart

18,203 次观看 • 9 个月前

Then I went back to the same state... long silence, avoiding talking, and wanting to be alone.. I don't want anything anymore, I just wait for my day to end in silence.. Sleep is not enough anymore.. I want to lose my memory.. A close friend asked me: What do you eat in Gaza? I replied: Imagine your food without meat or chicken. How would it taste? Then imagine without onions or garlic, or even the Maggi cubes that give food its flavor. Then add to that the absence of oil, lemon, or any alternative to balance the flavor. Then imagine cooking without vegetables, without even seeing fruit. This is how we live. We eat bread mixed with lentils.. Or we cook a bean dish without tomato sauce. We're used to eating anything, really anything, because we eat just to survive. In fact, anyone who finds a loaf of bread here is considered lucky.. The world is a hypocrite par excellence. They kill and destroy us, then give us a handful of food, then ask us to be grateful. I don't mean you, my friends. Everyone knows what I mean.. A country that has neither flour nor food is fighting a country that has nuclear weapons.. What justice are you talking about? It's a one-sided war.. They are fighting the people here.... My dear friends and loved ones... Gaza is still suffering from the ravages of famine... and what is being brought in is a drop in the ocean of Gaza's daily needs.. Unfortunately, they place aid at points close to the army and kill people when they go to collect the aid. Going there is fraught with danger. Unfortunately, the aid is being looted by thieves, and the army is killing anyone who tries to impose security. This is called starvation engineering.. When a citizen takes aid for his needs, he is stopped by bandits and armed gangs and stripped of the aid he received.. It is hell in every sense of the word. Unfortunately, we are forced to deal with the black market to buy what we need for ridiculous amounts.. The average price increase is 50 times what it was before the war, and we cannot be selective in our purchases. We only buy what is available in the markets.. Things are more catastrophic than you can imagine. In the video below, Dr. Tom, an American working in Gaza, gives a testimony about what's happening here.. I see with my own eyes what the doctor talks about during my work... and there is much, much, much more that I see.. This is the curse of war. We weren't supposed to suffer like this.. Dear friends, I want to remind you that the cat food is completely gone. I am making an effort to find food for them on a daily basis. The prices are crazy and ridiculous, but your support is what helps me survive... I am grateful to everyone who has lit my way in the darkest times.. I literally want you to take a serious stand. I want you to share this tweet and make my voice heard around the world so everyone can see what's happening to us. Gaza is experiencing a terrible famine. Be a voice for truth and humanity.. #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving #Gaza_is_dying_of_starvation

Then I went back to the same state... long silence, avoiding talking, and wanting to be alone.. I don't want anything anymore, I just wait for my day to end in silence.. Sleep is not enough anymore.. I want to lose my memory.. A close friend asked me: What do you eat in Gaza? I replied: Imagine your food without meat or chicken. How would it taste? Then imagine without onions or garlic, or even the Maggi cubes that give food its flavor. Then add to that the absence of oil, lemon, or any alternative to balance the flavor. Then imagine cooking without vegetables, without even seeing fruit. This is how we live. We eat bread mixed with lentils.. Or we cook a bean dish without tomato sauce. We're used to eating anything, really anything, because we eat just to survive. In fact, anyone who finds a loaf of bread here is considered lucky.. The world is a hypocrite par excellence. They kill and destroy us, then give us a handful of food, then ask us to be grateful. I don't mean you, my friends. Everyone knows what I mean.. A country that has neither flour nor food is fighting a country that has nuclear weapons.. What justice are you talking about? It's a one-sided war.. They are fighting the people here.... My dear friends and loved ones... Gaza is still suffering from the ravages of famine... and what is being brought in is a drop in the ocean of Gaza's daily needs.. Unfortunately, they place aid at points close to the army and kill people when they go to collect the aid. Going there is fraught with danger. Unfortunately, the aid is being looted by thieves, and the army is killing anyone who tries to impose security. This is called starvation engineering.. When a citizen takes aid for his needs, he is stopped by bandits and armed gangs and stripped of the aid he received.. It is hell in every sense of the word. Unfortunately, we are forced to deal with the black market to buy what we need for ridiculous amounts.. The average price increase is 50 times what it was before the war, and we cannot be selective in our purchases. We only buy what is available in the markets.. Things are more catastrophic than you can imagine. In the video below, Dr. Tom, an American working in Gaza, gives a testimony about what's happening here.. I see with my own eyes what the doctor talks about during my work... and there is much, much, much more that I see.. This is the curse of war. We weren't supposed to suffer like this.. Dear friends, I want to remind you that the cat food is completely gone. I am making an effort to find food for them on a daily basis. The prices are crazy and ridiculous, but your support is what helps me survive... I am grateful to everyone who has lit my way in the darkest times.. I literally want you to take a serious stand. I want you to share this tweet and make my voice heard around the world so everyone can see what's happening to us. Gaza is experiencing a terrible famine. Be a voice for truth and humanity.. #GazaForcedFamine #GazaUnderAttack #GazaNeedsBread #GazaGenocide #GazaStarving #Gaza_is_dying_of_starvation

12,099 次观看 • 10 个月前