From the ashes of the Nakba to the ruins of Gaza today, the same story repeats,generation after generation crushed beneath the weight of exile, siege, and sorrow. Faces change, but the suffering remains: children born into fear, mothers burying their dreams, elders watching

Unjustly imprisoned, isolated, and reportedly tortured , Rima Hassan , a French MEP, is being silenced for defending justice. And yet EU in Israel 🇪🇺🇮🇱 and Roberta Metsola remain complicit in their silence. This is not diplomacy. This is cowardice. #FreeRima

In Gaza, I face it all alone,grief, chaos, and the weight of silence. I miss you, Abubaker Abed . If only there were a way to cross oceans and be with you in Ireland, even for a moment of peace.

🚨With Gaza under a complete blackout,north to south,and the internet cut off entirely, I’ve taken a grave personal risk to reach this fleeting signal. We desperately need strong eSIMs to reconnect. Please help amplify this call. Our voices must not be silenced.

Israelis googling 'what to do during missile strikes' while sipping lattes in bunkers. Meanwhile, Gazans can’t even Google ‘how to reconnect to the world.’ But hey, equality... for five minutes?

I watched the people of Tel Aviv dash to their shelters while my own connection remains severed. Yet here I am, smiling,steadfastly linked to something far beyond the reach of any blackout. Tell me, what do you think sustains this quiet, unyielding joy?

At long last, the internet has returned to Gaza,north and south. I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to everyone who stood by me during the blackout, especially those who helped provide eSIMs. I distributed them to those in need, and countless prayers were offered in your names.

When the internet finally returned to Gaza, I felt a rush of emotion,like I might just break down and cry.

In the Absence of Signal: A Day Between Two Gazas Yesterday, I stood in the far north of Gaza, though my home lies in the south. And even though the land is one, the dissonance between its two halves feels cosmic. There’s no easy way to describe it, but Deir al-Balah, where I

And while you talk about ending conflict, Gaza has been under nonstop bombardment for months, with U.S. weapons. If peace is truly the goal, let it start with ending the genocide here.

🚨Breaking: Netanyahu announced that he gave" instructions the day before yesterday to push forward negotiations for the release of hostages, ".saying he sees a timely and promising opportunity

I'm still alive. A phrase I utter like a weary joke, stripped of weight through endless repetition. I say it every morning, if I’m lucky enough to see one. I scroll through the news and find others who weren’t as fortunate, who didn’t get to speak these words today. If I

An Israeli airstrike has resulted in the destruction of a five-storey building in Deir al-Balah, causing significant damage in the surrounding area and leaving several families displaced. Located in a densely populated neighborhood, the strike also affected nearby homes, adding

Two urgent reflections for today: •Any attempt to compare Gaza’s reality, past or present, to other conflicts, including Tel Aviv’s current situation, is both illogical and deeply flawed. Gaza has endured an unprecedented catastrophe: a tiny strip of land ravaged by

🚨I can now hear the rumble of dozens of aid trucks entering southern Gaza, loaded with food and supplies. Yet I cannot say whether they are destined for the hands of the needy — or the hands of thieves. I’ll keep you updated as the situation unfolds.

Trump doesn’t value human life, he exploits it. He mourns for Israel, threatens Tehran with destruction, and stays silent as Gaza bleeds. This isn’t leadership. It’s a politics of hypocrisy, where dignity is conditional and outrage is selective. Those who ignore Gaza’s suffering

Another photo from the just-now Israeli massacre in Khan Younis that I can't get my eyes off it. Oh my God! I am trying to imagine what this little girl is feeling next the corpse of her brother who went to get her and her family some food. Oh my God! What an unbearable pain!

🚨We’ve just been targeted,everyone around me in the car is wounded, and one of them has just been martyred! I can’t comprehend anything… I don’t remember what happened. I’m at the hospital now.

The Eleventh Time I Survived This morning, I was on my way to the north of Gaza, heading through the slow, broken veins of a city that has forgotten how to breathe. The car moved sluggishly, weighed down by the silence of those inside it and the ache of a land too familiar with