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Biomedical Engineer | Gaza. Survivor, storyteller, and witness to a war that changed everything. Still carrying hope beneath the ruins.

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Yesterday he was celebrating, and today he is martyred 😭.

Yesterday he was celebrating, and today he is martyred 😭.

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One of the most terrifying scenes for children in the world. A five-year-old girl was playing next to a school sheltering displaced people when suddenly a missile struck the area, resulting in a horrific massacre. The girl ran in a state of extreme panic, hysterically, likely driven by the adrenaline rushing through her body, trying to escape the horror of what had just happened.

One of the most terrifying scenes for children in the world. A five-year-old girl was playing next to a school sheltering displaced people when suddenly a missile struck the area, resulting in a horrific massacre. The girl ran in a state of extreme panic, hysterically, likely driven by the adrenaline rushing through her body, trying to escape the horror of what had just happened.

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Today was a very special day for us in Gaza. My family and five other families I care for finally had chicken after such a long time. 🍗 It may seem simple to some, but for us, it was a dream come true after years of hardship. Today, we felt a rare kind of joy — the joy of food mixed with gratitude and hope. Thank you to everyone who helped make this smile possible. 🤍

Today was a very special day for us in Gaza. My family and five other families I care for finally had chicken after such a long time. 🍗 It may seem simple to some, but for us, it was a dream come true after years of hardship. Today, we felt a rare kind of joy — the joy of food mixed with gratitude and hope. Thank you to everyone who helped make this smile possible. 🤍

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The man who studied law has now become a “witness to its total collapse.” Professor Ghanem Al-Attar holds a PhD in International Constitutional Law. In a just world, he would be in a lecture hall shaping the minds of future jurists. Today, however, in the “open-air prison” of Gaza, he moves through the rubble just to find a gallon of water. This is the ultimate irony of 2026: the very international law he specialized in has failed to secure his most basic human rights—water and safety. When a professor of law is forced to live under unlawful bombardment, it is not merely a personal tragedy; it is a global constitutional crisis. We are not only losing buildings, we are wasting the greatest minds of an entire generation. 🙌⚖️

The man who studied law has now become a “witness to its total collapse.” Professor Ghanem Al-Attar holds a PhD in International Constitutional Law. In a just world, he would be in a lecture hall shaping the minds of future jurists. Today, however, in the “open-air prison” of Gaza, he moves through the rubble just to find a gallon of water. This is the ultimate irony of 2026: the very international law he specialized in has failed to secure his most basic human rights—water and safety. When a professor of law is forced to live under unlawful bombardment, it is not merely a personal tragedy; it is a global constitutional crisis. We are not only losing buildings, we are wasting the greatest minds of an entire generation. 🙌⚖️

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Finally, after a year and more, we saw the cooking gas return today. I am happy, the children are joyful, and my mother is the happiest of all. It feels as if we can taste life once again 🥹.

Finally, after a year and more, we saw the cooking gas return today. I am happy, the children are joyful, and my mother is the happiest of all. It feels as if we can taste life once again 🥹.

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Today, I was in one of Geneva's parks when suddenly a plane flew overhead. Because of the trauma I experienced in Gaza, my first instinct was fear. For a moment, I thought it was going to drop a missile on us. Then, a few seconds later, I remembered that I am in Switzerland now, and that I am safe. War changes people in ways that are difficult to explain. Even when you leave, some parts of it remain inside you. My body may be here in Switzerland, but my memories are still in Gaza.

Today, I was in one of Geneva's parks when suddenly a plane flew overhead. Because of the trauma I experienced in Gaza, my first instinct was fear. For a moment, I thought it was going to drop a missile on us. Then, a few seconds later, I remembered that I am in Switzerland now, and that I am safe. War changes people in ways that are difficult to explain. Even when you leave, some parts of it remain inside you. My body may be here in Switzerland, but my memories are still in Gaza.

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Woke up to the strangest weather and the harshest windstorm yet. A massive dust storm has turned the sky yellow, filling the air with sand and suffocating dust. People are barely surviving in these fragile tents — tents that were never meant to withstand storms like this, tents that were never meant to exist in the first place.

Woke up to the strangest weather and the harshest windstorm yet. A massive dust storm has turned the sky yellow, filling the air with sand and suffocating dust. People are barely surviving in these fragile tents — tents that were never meant to withstand storms like this, tents that were never meant to exist in the first place.

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The treacherous quadcopter hovers above us, playing the sound of a crying child to lure someone out… then fires without mercy. I can clearly hear the sound of its rotors and the gunfire — as if death is whispering in my ear. Look at the terror we are living through… I feel death drawing closer with every passing moment.

The treacherous quadcopter hovers above us, playing the sound of a crying child to lure someone out… then fires without mercy. I can clearly hear the sound of its rotors and the gunfire — as if death is whispering in my ear. Look at the terror we are living through… I feel death drawing closer with every passing moment.

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Today, I walked through Salah al-Din Street in Gaza, and I couldn’t hold myself together. I cried. Destruction fills every corner; every stone carries pain. Nothing remains as it was — the houses are in ruins, the streets are torn apart, and the places that were once full of life now stand silent, as if bidding us farewell. There is no safe place, no home untouched by sorrow. Everything in Gaza today tells a story of loss…

Today, I walked through Salah al-Din Street in Gaza, and I couldn’t hold myself together. I cried. Destruction fills every corner; every stone carries pain. Nothing remains as it was — the houses are in ruins, the streets are torn apart, and the places that were once full of life now stand silent, as if bidding us farewell. There is no safe place, no home untouched by sorrow. Everything in Gaza today tells a story of loss…

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To those who claim they are bringing aid, gas, food, and water into Gaza, know that gas entered only once — and after that, they fell silent, never mentioning it again. We have returned once more to fire and suffering, as if nothing had ever changed, and they did not honor the truce agreement as promised. It feels as though they wish to torment us even more — giving us a fleeting moment to taste life, only to tear it away from us by force. They cut off the essentials of survival, until we find ourselves longing again for the simplest of rights — water, medicine, warmth, and dignity.

To those who claim they are bringing aid, gas, food, and water into Gaza, know that gas entered only once — and after that, they fell silent, never mentioning it again. We have returned once more to fire and suffering, as if nothing had ever changed, and they did not honor the truce agreement as promised. It feels as though they wish to torment us even more — giving us a fleeting moment to taste life, only to tear it away from us by force. They cut off the essentials of survival, until we find ourselves longing again for the simplest of rights — water, medicine, warmth, and dignity.

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I’ve been with my grandmother all day. My grandmother’s health can no longer endure much… She suffers from several illnesses, high blood pressure, diabetes, and this cold weather only worsens her condition and exhausts her fragile body. She can’t take it anymore… and today, we all felt that we might lose her at any moment. I need $1,000 to cover her medical tests, treatment costs, warm clothing, and healthy food. I write these words with tears filling my eyes because I am unable to provide this amount to save my grandmother from danger and ease the pain that haunts her day and night. So, I beg you from the depths of my heart to help me. Even a small donation from you could be the reason my grandmother’s life is saved, helping her return to her normal life, and to the smile we all miss so much.

I’ve been with my grandmother all day. My grandmother’s health can no longer endure much… She suffers from several illnesses, high blood pressure, diabetes, and this cold weather only worsens her condition and exhausts her fragile body. She can’t take it anymore… and today, we all felt that we might lose her at any moment. I need $1,000 to cover her medical tests, treatment costs, warm clothing, and healthy food. I write these words with tears filling my eyes because I am unable to provide this amount to save my grandmother from danger and ease the pain that haunts her day and night. So, I beg you from the depths of my heart to help me. Even a small donation from you could be the reason my grandmother’s life is saved, helping her return to her normal life, and to the smile we all miss so much.

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This was the hardest day of my life. My chance of dying was 99%, and the chance of surviving was only 1%… yet I survived. I came out carrying a small bag of food for my family. On that day, I was stubborn. I didn’t know the meaning of surrender. Even though gunfire was hitting the ground beneath my feet, all I could think about was running, just running until I reached the place where they were distributing what they call American aid… aid of humiliation and death. But I made it. I survived. And I carried the food to those who were waiting for me.

This was the hardest day of my life. My chance of dying was 99%, and the chance of surviving was only 1%… yet I survived. I came out carrying a small bag of food for my family. On that day, I was stubborn. I didn’t know the meaning of surrender. Even though gunfire was hitting the ground beneath my feet, all I could think about was running, just running until I reached the place where they were distributing what they call American aid… aid of humiliation and death. But I made it. I survived. And I carried the food to those who were waiting for me.

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The worst thing facing the Gaza Strip today is the complete destruction of its infrastructure caused by the occupation. This devastation did not stop at buildings and roads — it extended to water and sanitation networks, leaving sewage flowing through homes and streets, mixing with the daily lives of the people. This harsh reality has made the spread of diseases a serious threat, especially among children, who pay the highest price with their fragile health. We now live in an environment where suffering and pain intertwine, as pollution and foul odors have become part of Gaza’s daily life, amid the absence of even the most basic necessities for a dignified existence. It is truly a humanitarian tragedy in every sense, reminding the world that destruction does not end when the war stops — it continues, slowly killing those who remain alive.

The worst thing facing the Gaza Strip today is the complete destruction of its infrastructure caused by the occupation. This devastation did not stop at buildings and roads — it extended to water and sanitation networks, leaving sewage flowing through homes and streets, mixing with the daily lives of the people. This harsh reality has made the spread of diseases a serious threat, especially among children, who pay the highest price with their fragile health. We now live in an environment where suffering and pain intertwine, as pollution and foul odors have become part of Gaza’s daily life, amid the absence of even the most basic necessities for a dignified existence. It is truly a humanitarian tragedy in every sense, reminding the world that destruction does not end when the war stops — it continues, slowly killing those who remain alive.

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I want to make this clear to you: the area they describe as a “safe zone” is in the west of Gaza, but look closely , there is no space at all, not even on the seashore, as the entire place is packed with tents. Where are people supposed to go? Are we expected to live in the sea? How can they do this? What kind of logic is this, telling us to head west while they know very well that there is no space there?

I want to make this clear to you: the area they describe as a “safe zone” is in the west of Gaza, but look closely , there is no space at all, not even on the seashore, as the entire place is packed with tents. Where are people supposed to go? Are we expected to live in the sea? How can they do this? What kind of logic is this, telling us to head west while they know very well that there is no space there?

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I haven’t forgotten their joy… They were happy with the gas, then it was taken away again 💔

I haven’t forgotten their joy… They were happy with the gas, then it was taken away again 💔

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Today, by chance, I met Shahd’s husband Shahed From Gaza🇵🇸🌿🍉 working in the street, trying very hard just to earn enough to survive. The situation he is facing is extremely difficult. Many days, he returns to his family without being able to bring any food home. Because electricity is rarely available in Gaza, he struggles to continue his work. Power is only provided for a few hours, and the cost of electricity is very expensive. He also does not have a proper or safe place to work, which makes everything even harder for him. I sincerely and humbly ask for your help to support Shahd and her husband so they can provide food for their children, who are living in tents and often feel hungry. Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference for this family during these very difficult times.

Today, by chance, I met Shahd’s husband Shahed From Gaza🇵🇸🌿🍉 working in the street, trying very hard just to earn enough to survive. The situation he is facing is extremely difficult. Many days, he returns to his family without being able to bring any food home. Because electricity is rarely available in Gaza, he struggles to continue his work. Power is only provided for a few hours, and the cost of electricity is very expensive. He also does not have a proper or safe place to work, which makes everything even harder for him. I sincerely and humbly ask for your help to support Shahd and her husband so they can provide food for their children, who are living in tents and often feel hungry. Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference for this family during these very difficult times.

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Convoys of aid reach Gaza, but after that, we don’t know where they go. We see no assistance, we receive nothing — instead, we find the aid being sold to us in the markets at prices we cannot afford. Where is the mercy? Where is the honesty? Aid has become a business, sold to those it was meant to save.

Convoys of aid reach Gaza, but after that, we don’t know where they go. We see no assistance, we receive nothing — instead, we find the aid being sold to us in the markets at prices we cannot afford. Where is the mercy? Where is the honesty? Aid has become a business, sold to those it was meant to save.

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I just wanted to speak like this in front of you 😅.

I just wanted to speak like this in front of you 😅.

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Do you see this little girl? She and her brother sit every day at their father’s grave, sitting there in painful silence as if they are waiting for him to return. Do you understand what this scene means? This is what the cursed occupation has done to us; it took from us someone dear whom we never imagined we would lose. Today he lies beneath the earth, and we miss him beyond words, as if his absence is still impossible to believe.

Do you see this little girl? She and her brother sit every day at their father’s grave, sitting there in painful silence as if they are waiting for him to return. Do you understand what this scene means? This is what the cursed occupation has done to us; it took from us someone dear whom we never imagined we would lose. Today he lies beneath the earth, and we miss him beyond words, as if his absence is still impossible to believe.

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My brother Mohammed has become an expert at starting fires, as if a flame inside him refuses to die out. He was supposed to be happy now, busy preparing for the start of a new school year, filled with dreams and ambitions for the future. But how could he, when there are no schools and no education in Gaza? The ongoing war, lasting for two whole years, has stolen two years of his childhood, two years of his life lost in destruction and fear. In that time, he has witnessed what no child on this planet should ever see… he has seen the very worst humanity could endure, all while being so young. And yet, what’s both astonishing and heartbreaking at the same time is that his smile still shines… It’s as if it’s a silent scream of defiance in the face of war, as if it’s saying: "You will not break us… we will keep dreaming, despite the pain." Mohammed is not alone; he is the face of an entire generation in Gaza, a generation forced to grow up before its time, a generation that has learned how to live on the edge of survival and plant joy in the desert of fear. Despite the fire, the siege, and the loss, his heart is still alive… and he still dares to dream.

My brother Mohammed has become an expert at starting fires, as if a flame inside him refuses to die out. He was supposed to be happy now, busy preparing for the start of a new school year, filled with dreams and ambitions for the future. But how could he, when there are no schools and no education in Gaza? The ongoing war, lasting for two whole years, has stolen two years of his childhood, two years of his life lost in destruction and fear. In that time, he has witnessed what no child on this planet should ever see… he has seen the very worst humanity could endure, all while being so young. And yet, what’s both astonishing and heartbreaking at the same time is that his smile still shines… It’s as if it’s a silent scream of defiance in the face of war, as if it’s saying: "You will not break us… we will keep dreaming, despite the pain." Mohammed is not alone; he is the face of an entire generation in Gaza, a generation forced to grow up before its time, a generation that has learned how to live on the edge of survival and plant joy in the desert of fear. Despite the fire, the siege, and the loss, his heart is still alive… and he still dares to dream.

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Today, my family and I went to the sea, just to give the children a moment of joy amidst all the fear and exhaustion. They were so happy, laughing and playing as if, for a few moments, they had forgotten everything we are living through in Gaza. But shortly before we left, a gunboat approached and opened fire toward the area, forcing us to leave early. Even the sea, which was our only escape and the only place where we could breathe freely, has become dangerous too. In Gaza, there is no safe place anymore… every place carries fear.

Today, my family and I went to the sea, just to give the children a moment of joy amidst all the fear and exhaustion. They were so happy, laughing and playing as if, for a few moments, they had forgotten everything we are living through in Gaza. But shortly before we left, a gunboat approached and opened fire toward the area, forcing us to leave early. Even the sea, which was our only escape and the only place where we could breathe freely, has become dangerous too. In Gaza, there is no safe place anymore… every place carries fear.

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An American man shows his grandmother’s passport issued in 1932 by the U.S. Consulate in Jerusalem, the capital of Palestine, at a time when the occupying entity did not yet exist.

An American man shows his grandmother’s passport issued in 1932 by the U.S. Consulate in Jerusalem, the capital of Palestine, at a time when the occupying entity did not yet exist.

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I have arrived in Geneva, Switzerland, and even at this moment, I still cannot believe that I am here. I still cannot believe that I survived the genocide that my people in Gaza are enduring. For the first time in my life, I have left Gaza, and for the first time, I feel safe after years of fear and war. I am deeply grateful to everyone who helped me reach this place, and I will do everything I can to achieve what I came here for — for myself, for my family, and for Gaza. But the truth is that only my body is here. My heart, mind, and soul remain there in Gaza, with my family in Deir al-Balah, and with everyone who continues to face death, fear, and suffering every single day. I may be far away from Gaza now, but Gaza will never leave me. I will carry it with me wherever I go, and it will remain present in every step I take and in every success I achieve.

I have arrived in Geneva, Switzerland, and even at this moment, I still cannot believe that I am here. I still cannot believe that I survived the genocide that my people in Gaza are enduring. For the first time in my life, I have left Gaza, and for the first time, I feel safe after years of fear and war. I am deeply grateful to everyone who helped me reach this place, and I will do everything I can to achieve what I came here for — for myself, for my family, and for Gaza. But the truth is that only my body is here. My heart, mind, and soul remain there in Gaza, with my family in Deir al-Balah, and with everyone who continues to face death, fear, and suffering every single day. I may be far away from Gaza now, but Gaza will never leave me. I will carry it with me wherever I go, and it will remain present in every step I take and in every success I achieve.

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I am from Gaza, and I never imagined that one day I would reach where I am today. Now I am standing among the mountains of Switzerland, looking around in amazement and trying to understand that this view is real. These are the same mountains I used to see only on my phone screen, and today they are right in front of my eyes. I am standing among them and breathing their air. Sometimes I ask myself: Am I really outside Gaza? Am I truly here, living moments that once seemed so distant and impossible? I feel such deep amazement that I can hardly believe what my own eyes are seeing. Everything here is beautiful and peaceful, but my heart does not feel complete. From the bottom of my heart, I wish my family were here beside me to share this moment. I wish I could see the wonder and happiness in their eyes, and that we could stand together in front of this beauty. I am grateful that I made it here, but my happiness will remain incomplete as long as my family is far away from me. I hope the day comes when we can all be together again in a safe place and experience a moment like this together, without fear or pain.

I am from Gaza, and I never imagined that one day I would reach where I am today. Now I am standing among the mountains of Switzerland, looking around in amazement and trying to understand that this view is real. These are the same mountains I used to see only on my phone screen, and today they are right in front of my eyes. I am standing among them and breathing their air. Sometimes I ask myself: Am I really outside Gaza? Am I truly here, living moments that once seemed so distant and impossible? I feel such deep amazement that I can hardly believe what my own eyes are seeing. Everything here is beautiful and peaceful, but my heart does not feel complete. From the bottom of my heart, I wish my family were here beside me to share this moment. I wish I could see the wonder and happiness in their eyes, and that we could stand together in front of this beauty. I am grateful that I made it here, but my happiness will remain incomplete as long as my family is far away from me. I hope the day comes when we can all be together again in a safe place and experience a moment like this together, without fear or pain.

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Our welcome at the airport was truly beautiful and deeply moving. We were five students from Gaza who arrived in Geneva to continue our education, and I never expected such a warm reception from the Swiss people. I felt so happy and deeply grateful. For the first time in a long time, I felt face to face that there are people who truly care about Gaza and its people, and who stand with us not only with words, but with real love and support. Thank you to Switzerland and to everyone who welcomed us and supported us at the beginning of this new journey. ❤️🇵🇸🇨🇭

Our welcome at the airport was truly beautiful and deeply moving. We were five students from Gaza who arrived in Geneva to continue our education, and I never expected such a warm reception from the Swiss people. I felt so happy and deeply grateful. For the first time in a long time, I felt face to face that there are people who truly care about Gaza and its people, and who stand with us not only with words, but with real love and support. Thank you to Switzerland and to everyone who welcomed us and supported us at the beginning of this new journey. ❤️🇵🇸🇨🇭

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We have been flooded by the rain, and the water has entered our tents. People here are suffering, and no one is checking on us. We are at the beginning of winter, and we don’t know how much more we can endure. Everyone is feeling sick, especially the children and the elderly.😭

We have been flooded by the rain, and the water has entered our tents. People here are suffering, and no one is checking on us. We are at the beginning of winter, and we don’t know how much more we can endure. Everyone is feeling sick, especially the children and the elderly.😭

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What’s happening now in Gaza – Deir al-Balah: People are crowding on top of each other just to buy food and stock up before prices rise even more. What’s happening now in Gaza is a catastrophe… the war has returned once again 😭.

What’s happening now in Gaza – Deir al-Balah: People are crowding on top of each other just to buy food and stock up before prices rise even more. What’s happening now in Gaza is a catastrophe… the war has returned once again 😭.

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I cannot accept what has happened to us, nor what has befallen my city, nor the people I loved and lost. I cannot accept the loss of my memories, my education, and the dreams I used to draw day by day and try to achieve. I cannot accept what has happened to the olive trees, the green nature, and the beautiful flowers in Beit Hanoun, nor to Gaza’s clear sky, which has now become heavy with the smoke of war. All of this is beyond my ability to endure. I cannot hold back my tears, I cannot stop the pain, and I cannot stop the anger… yes, the anger that lives inside me and weighs on my heart every single moment.

I cannot accept what has happened to us, nor what has befallen my city, nor the people I loved and lost. I cannot accept the loss of my memories, my education, and the dreams I used to draw day by day and try to achieve. I cannot accept what has happened to the olive trees, the green nature, and the beautiful flowers in Beit Hanoun, nor to Gaza’s clear sky, which has now become heavy with the smoke of war. All of this is beyond my ability to endure. I cannot hold back my tears, I cannot stop the pain, and I cannot stop the anger… yes, the anger that lives inside me and weighs on my heart every single moment.

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This video will get more likes than the occupation flag that is raised by those who claim to stand for peace, while in reality they are against it.🇵🇸✌️

This video will get more likes than the occupation flag that is raised by those who claim to stand for peace, while in reality they are against it.🇵🇸✌️

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The funeral of my cousin, Khalil Jamil Al-Masri, was one of the largest funerals witnessed in Gaza. He left behind a beautiful legacy and immense love in the hearts of those who knew him. I saw with my own eyes how everyone cried for him—not because he was simply well known, but because he was a kind and good-hearted person loved by everyone who met him. He was killed in cold blood. A sniper's bullet struck him while he was sitting and posing no threat to anyone. Here in Gaza, gunfire is often directed toward civilians, and these bullets become new tragedies for our families, taking from us the people we love most. I still cannot comprehend that I was speaking with him only a few days ago, and today all that remains are memories and prayers. May God have mercy on you, Khalil, and may the love you planted in the hearts of others be a light that accompanies you forever. 🤍

The funeral of my cousin, Khalil Jamil Al-Masri, was one of the largest funerals witnessed in Gaza. He left behind a beautiful legacy and immense love in the hearts of those who knew him. I saw with my own eyes how everyone cried for him—not because he was simply well known, but because he was a kind and good-hearted person loved by everyone who met him. He was killed in cold blood. A sniper's bullet struck him while he was sitting and posing no threat to anyone. Here in Gaza, gunfire is often directed toward civilians, and these bullets become new tragedies for our families, taking from us the people we love most. I still cannot comprehend that I was speaking with him only a few days ago, and today all that remains are memories and prayers. May God have mercy on you, Khalil, and may the love you planted in the hearts of others be a light that accompanies you forever. 🤍

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Falafel existed in the region long before the establishment of Israel. It originated in ancient Egypt, then spread to the Levant, and has been prepared and eaten in Palestine, Lebanon, Syria, and Jordan for centuries.

Falafel existed in the region long before the establishment of Israel. It originated in ancient Egypt, then spread to the Levant, and has been prepared and eaten in Palestine, Lebanon, Syria, and Jordan for centuries.

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It’s over… from now on, we won’t be able to see their beautiful smiles anymore. We won’t ever be able to make our voices reach you after them, now.

It’s over… from now on, we won’t be able to see their beautiful smiles anymore. We won’t ever be able to make our voices reach you after them, now.

Mahmoud Massri | مَحْمُود 🇵🇸

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My home in Beit Hanoun was the highest house there, and it had already been damaged before. I just received news that it has now been completely destroyed and has collapsed into rubble. I will never forget that video during the first truce, when I raised the Palestinian flag on top of my house, because it was the highest in Beit Hanoun. All I wish now is for my home to still be standing and strong, so that I can raise the Palestinian flag there once again ✌️🇵🇸.

My home in Beit Hanoun was the highest house there, and it had already been damaged before. I just received news that it has now been completely destroyed and has collapsed into rubble. I will never forget that video during the first truce, when I raised the Palestinian flag on top of my house, because it was the highest in Beit Hanoun. All I wish now is for my home to still be standing and strong, so that I can raise the Palestinian flag there once again ✌️🇵🇸.

Mahmoud Massri | مَحْمُود 🇵🇸

39,723 просмотров • 9 месяцев назад

My people on Nuri Hill — the crowded displacement site where trucks have stopped because of the severe congestion from the displacement — are singing and chanting “We’re tired, our country,” and pouring out their negative energy through shouting, singing, and dancing. I swear to you we love life, but no one hears us properly; no one understands us.

My people on Nuri Hill — the crowded displacement site where trucks have stopped because of the severe congestion from the displacement — are singing and chanting “We’re tired, our country,” and pouring out their negative energy through shouting, singing, and dancing. I swear to you we love life, but no one hears us properly; no one understands us.

Mahmoud Massri | مَحْمُود 🇵🇸

38,534 просмотров • 10 месяцев назад

I arrived safely, but exhaustion is overwhelming me… I can’t feel my legs after running seven kilometers without stopping, gasping for air, but I didn’t stop. I had to make it to the American aid distribution center, despite the danger and the bullets raining down on us from every direction. I haven’t slept since yesterday. At 3:00 AM, I sat on the street near the sea, in the Farsh Farsh area close to the Muawiya Mosque, in the freezing cold, watching the dawn and preparing myself for what lay ahead. We began moving forward slowly, with trembling hearts and fragile hope. Suddenly, gunfire erupted all around us — random, direct — as if our lives meant nothing. Martyrs were falling before my eyes, my steps faltered, but I didn’t let fear paralyze me. We retreated then, catching our breath, tending to our wounded hopes. At exactly 5:00 AM, we tried again. This time, they didn’t shoot. I began to run with everything left in my body — seven kilometers of effort, tears, fear, and hope — until I reached the center. It felt like I had arrived in paradise. I managed to get flour, rice, sugar, cooking oil, and even three cans of halva — things we haven’t seen in so long, like relics from another time. I carried the sack on my back and walked all the way back to the school where I live with my family. I was exhausted, my body broken, but my heart was full of joy. I was able to bring them what they had wished for — to see happiness in their eyes, to feel, even for a moment, that I had triumphed over this hell. Yes… I triumphed.

I arrived safely, but exhaustion is overwhelming me… I can’t feel my legs after running seven kilometers without stopping, gasping for air, but I didn’t stop. I had to make it to the American aid distribution center, despite the danger and the bullets raining down on us from every direction. I haven’t slept since yesterday. At 3:00 AM, I sat on the street near the sea, in the Farsh Farsh area close to the Muawiya Mosque, in the freezing cold, watching the dawn and preparing myself for what lay ahead. We began moving forward slowly, with trembling hearts and fragile hope. Suddenly, gunfire erupted all around us — random, direct — as if our lives meant nothing. Martyrs were falling before my eyes, my steps faltered, but I didn’t let fear paralyze me. We retreated then, catching our breath, tending to our wounded hopes. At exactly 5:00 AM, we tried again. This time, they didn’t shoot. I began to run with everything left in my body — seven kilometers of effort, tears, fear, and hope — until I reached the center. It felt like I had arrived in paradise. I managed to get flour, rice, sugar, cooking oil, and even three cans of halva — things we haven’t seen in so long, like relics from another time. I carried the sack on my back and walked all the way back to the school where I live with my family. I was exhausted, my body broken, but my heart was full of joy. I was able to bring them what they had wished for — to see happiness in their eyes, to feel, even for a moment, that I had triumphed over this hell. Yes… I triumphed.

Mahmoud Massri | مَحْمُود 🇵🇸

43,362 просмотров • 1 год назад

I have about 8,000 followers, but I don’t see any interaction from everyone on my page. With all love and humanity, I wish for the 8,000 people to leave a like or even just a dot. I am from Gaza… from the heart of suffering, I write to you now and hope my voice reaches you. I challenge you to make this message reach the world, to prove that humanity is still alive. Your like or comment could be the spark that draws attention to what we are living through here. Let’s turn 8,000 voices into a wave that cannot be ignored.

I have about 8,000 followers, but I don’t see any interaction from everyone on my page. With all love and humanity, I wish for the 8,000 people to leave a like or even just a dot. I am from Gaza… from the heart of suffering, I write to you now and hope my voice reaches you. I challenge you to make this message reach the world, to prove that humanity is still alive. Your like or comment could be the spark that draws attention to what we are living through here. Let’s turn 8,000 voices into a wave that cannot be ignored.

Mahmoud Massri | مَحْمُود 🇵🇸

30,704 просмотров • 11 месяцев назад

I finished my first final exam for the first semester at Al-Azhar University – Gaza, majoring in Biomedical Engineering, through the online education system. Despite all the difficult circumstances we are living through, we will not give up. We will keep trying, learning, and dreaming… until our very last breath.

I finished my first final exam for the first semester at Al-Azhar University – Gaza, majoring in Biomedical Engineering, through the online education system. Despite all the difficult circumstances we are living through, we will not give up. We will keep trying, learning, and dreaming… until our very last breath.

Mahmoud Massri | مَحْمُود 🇵🇸

35,670 просмотров • 1 год назад

Right now, people are evacuating the tower and throwing their mattresses and belongings from the top of the building so they can grab whatever they need before the tower is demolished. As you can see, it’s a scene filled with betrayal and pain. Sadly, many people will sleep on the streets tonight.

Right now, people are evacuating the tower and throwing their mattresses and belongings from the top of the building so they can grab whatever they need before the tower is demolished. As you can see, it’s a scene filled with betrayal and pain. Sadly, many people will sleep on the streets tonight.

Mahmoud Massri | مَحْمُود 🇵🇸

25,855 просмотров • 10 месяцев назад

With pain and anguish, we humble ourselves — not out of greed or desire — but simply to obtain a kilo or two of flour. We pay for it, thanks to those who support us; we do not ask the seller for charity or a handout. We plead with him to sell it to us, even as flour has become scarce in the markets, known in Gaza now as “white gold,” with prices soaring beyond our means. We do not seek luxury or comfort; we chase after a simple morsel to keep our children alive. We endure humiliation not for ourselves, but for the little ones whose eyes meet ours each evening, silently and painfully asking: Is there bread today? We have come to beg life for mere crumbs — just to survive another day, just to keep our children alive.

With pain and anguish, we humble ourselves — not out of greed or desire — but simply to obtain a kilo or two of flour. We pay for it, thanks to those who support us; we do not ask the seller for charity or a handout. We plead with him to sell it to us, even as flour has become scarce in the markets, known in Gaza now as “white gold,” with prices soaring beyond our means. We do not seek luxury or comfort; we chase after a simple morsel to keep our children alive. We endure humiliation not for ourselves, but for the little ones whose eyes meet ours each evening, silently and painfully asking: Is there bread today? We have come to beg life for mere crumbs — just to survive another day, just to keep our children alive.

Mahmoud Massri | مَحْمُود 🇵🇸

27,635 просмотров • 1 год назад

I can barely speak anymore—every word feels heavy, and exhaustion consumes me. I write, I speak, I express… but it all feels pointless, unheard. Yesterday, a journalist burned—did you see that? Can something like this be overlooked? This isn’t just a conflict… it’s something far worse than war. What hurts even more is that so many seem content with what’s happening to us.

I can barely speak anymore—every word feels heavy, and exhaustion consumes me. I write, I speak, I express… but it all feels pointless, unheard. Yesterday, a journalist burned—did you see that? Can something like this be overlooked? This isn’t just a conflict… it’s something far worse than war. What hurts even more is that so many seem content with what’s happening to us.

Mahmoud Massri | مَحْمُود 🇵🇸

24,361 просмотров • 1 год назад