Overthinking Era!

I have nothing... no medicine, no oxygen, no money, not even a safe place to sit and cry.

I am a mother from Gaza. From the south. From a land that has known nothing but bombing, death, and dust

From a neighborhood once inhabited by children playing... and now buried under rubble.Everything is destroyed. Everything is burned. Nothing remains. Even my voice is no longer audible

My only child is in my arms now...He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He doesn't scream. He breathes slowly, as if every breath is a miracle.His face is yellow...

His eyes are closed... His body is weak and cold as death.I feel him slipping away from me... moment by moment.And I can't save him.I just cry... I call his name... and I hold him tightly as if I'm fighting fate.

He was sick... severe pneumonia.I took him to the hospital, where they said his condition was critical.There weren't enough machines.

The doctors were exhausted, working without electricity, without medicine, without anything.But we held on to hope... despite the pain. Despite the cold. Despite the collapse of life around us.Then camethe occupation.

The army stormed the city.

The shelling began on us from every side.They bombed the hospitals. They bombed the streets. Even the places we thought were safe.I screamed as I ran with my baby in my arms.The doctors shouted, "Get out! Get out! The place is going to be bombed!"I saw children having their breathing tubes ripped out of their mouths, patients thrown into the streets, and mothers collapsing.I saw a nurse crying as she tried to save a child... then she too fell to the ground.I left the hospital, not knowing where to go.Bombs falling.

Corpses in the streets. Blood on the walls.Everything was silent... except my heart, which was about to explode with terror. I walked for a long time carrying my child...I was screaming, "Is anyone there? Is there a doctor? Is there oxygen?"But no one answered.All the doors were closed.All the faces were shocked.

And death awaited us around every corner.Now, my child is dying.With every passing minute... he suffocates more With every second... he dies more.And I... hold his little hand... and say, "Be patient, my love...

Forgive me, forgive me, I couldn't protect you."

They told me there was only one chance... to transfer him outside Gaza for treatment, and I would have to pay the exorbitant costs.

But how ? No money

I don't even have a blanket to cover him.

My home is destroyed. My family is under the rubble. No food. No water. No life.All I have left is this child... and these last moments with him

Please....😭😭💔

Help me

Before I close his eyes with my hand.Before I place him in a shroud that's too small for his tiny body. Before I bury him alone, under a tree or among the rubble...

Help me... before I bury the last beat of my heart.

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My pregnant wife was shot in the chest as she prepared to receive our first child.

I never imagined that I would write these words or live this nightmare.

My wife is in her fifth month of pregnancy, and she was trying to live simple moments of joy in the midst of the war. I went out that day to see some of the children's clothes and prepare the needs of our first baby that we are waiting for impatiently.

But instead of returning home carrying clothes for our child, she returned to the hospital soaked in her blood after being shot in the chest.

In moments our dreams and joy turned into fear and terror. We ran to the hospital where she underwent emergency surgery to check on her life and the life of our unborn child. Due to difficult conditions and lack of medical capabilities, doctors have not been able to remove the bullet, and it is still stable inside its chest until now.

If you were able to help or share our story with others, you would have given our family hope at a time when hope has become scarce

Finally, a real post about it!

Now that the Flotilla members have been released and with those photos of brutal physical abuse and sexual assault, can we admit that there is no line they wouldn't cross. Let's be serious the israelis know that even attacking the "untouchable" ie people with european and american passports won't cut off the aid they get from the very countries the members come from. Its a message to peaceful advocates everywhere that they are not hesitant to treat you like palestinian prisoners. And i think the lib zionist reaction that this is "ben gvirs doing" is so fucking laughable. If the israeli government really disapproved they would arrest him. This faux condemnation of ben gvir is a distraction from the fact that hes been given greenlight to do whatever he wants bc israel is a settler colony. Their purpose is eradication of the indigenous people. There are no red lines.

After Israel began expunging humanitarian organizations in Gaza for failing to comply with new rules, a Doctors Without Borders team was left scrambling to establish a permanent clinic.

Read about how Israel’s new restrictions on N.G.O.s make it even more difficult for humanitarian aid to reach Gazans