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This is not an update but this has been on my mind for the past two weeks.
People. We are witnessing a genocide, a literal cleansing of people, people like you and me, individuals who are innocent!
These people are Palestinians, they have Jewish, Christians and Muslims being mercilessly killed and bombed by the State of Israel.
I was distraught for the past few years seeing what these people did to Palestinians, the attack at the Al Aqsa mosque during Ramadan and during the years, the killing of children, no person left unharmed, the elderly, the sick, the women, EVEN THE UNBORN, they have not been unharmed by these people.
How can you sit here and not do anything? If this was your family? Your home? You wouldn’t like it! You would want others to help!
Multiple war crimes have been committed by the Israeli military, they even brought trucks of sewage and sprayed it on the homes and walls of Gaza. They celebrated deaths of the many!
Even civilians of Israel have been taunting the dead, making fun of them, jeering over the lack of food, water and aid that the Palestinians have…
Yes, I know some people are good and innocent, I know there are good people out there but I hope you’re one of them, one who will spread awareness! One who will believe in what is right.
This is not political. It’s a humanitarian crisis. A genocide.
It has killed 3,500+ children, CHILDREN! 1,000 women dead and over 200 elderly and over 19,000 injured.
They aren’t numbers, they are people. People who lived lives like you and me.
They were people who are like you and me.
They are people who drank water and juice like you and me.
They were people who ate food like you and me.
They were people who laughed like you and me.
They were people who cried like you and me.
They're in a blackout, cut from society, medias showing the TRUTH being hidden away!
They stay strong, I recently saw a man carrying the limbs of his sons in bags, I saw women crying over their children who had been put into body bags to be buried. I have seen men become martyrs, I have seen children absolutely traumatised, eyes wide and frightened by the slightest plane that flies over head, I’ve seen children playing a game called ‘Carry the Martyr’ Should they even know what that is? To even be playing it? Children have been playing in the cemetery, saying ‘we play in it because it is ours, we will be in them one day.’
How are you telling me that Children are getting their names written on their limbs so that they could be identified?
50% of the population of Gaza is made up of children below the age 14.
What makes Palestinians any different from you and me?
Why are they being treated like cattle instead of the humans they are?
why are they being referred to human animals by Israelis?
THEY ARE HUMANS.
HUMANS LIKE YOU AND ME!
They will be remembered. In my heart and I hope in yours too.
In heaven shall their souls reside, let the musk of heaven fill the streets of Gaza, for Palestinians are innocently being massacred.