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Source: Defence for children international - Palestine.
Israeli occupation forces unleashed a military attack dog on a four-year-old Palestinian boy in the northern occupied West Bank this week.
The incident occurred during an arrest operation in Balata refugee camp near Nablus on February 4. The dog was unleashed into the Hashash family apartment, attacking 4-year-old Ibrahim Hashash after knocking him from his mother’s arms.
The dog tore his clothes and bit him repeatedly, causing profuse bleeding for about three minutes until Israeli forces intervened.
Ibrahim has been taken to Rafidia Hospital in Nablus, where he’s expected to receive plastic surgery to repair his injuries.
“Israeli forces routinely show complete disregard, and often contempt, for Palestinian children’s lives and safety. In a hyper-militarized environment where systemic impunity is the norm, kids like Ibrahim will increasingly be targets,” said Ayed Abu Eqtaish, accountability program director at DCIP.
Israeli forces systematically use military dogs to attack Palestinian civilians, including children, during military incursions into Palestinian cities and towns.
I just want to add, what could a child seriously do to the heavily armed soldiers in the West bank?? They're just doing this to fulfill sick and twisted fantasies and horrors.
I am so sorry and sad to have woken up to this news, Hind's body was found alongside the two medics who went to rescue her, after 12 days.
Hind was killed. And Israel continues its crimes without consequences.
Remember the 6 year old girl who was surrounded by Israeli tanks and the red crescent couldn't reach her? Her name is Hind Hamadeh. Here you can hear the phone call her 15 year old sister, Layan Hamadeh, made with the medics. She was killed exactly a moment later including all people in the car, except for 6 year old Hind who was stuck in the car with the dead bodies of her family, Israeli tanks and IDF surrounding her, shooting, preventing anybody to reach her.
That was last night (29.1.24). Today, still nothing. The fate of Hind remains unknown.
palestine red crescent ambulance team went to rescue her yesterday evening, but they have not returned as of now. We lost contact with them about 18 hours ago, and we still remain unaware of their fate and whether they succeeded in evacuating her or not.
Please, share Hind's story as much as you can on any platform. We need to know what happened to her. Put yourself in her place, how terrified she must be. Don't scroll past this.
This is Hind.
More than 30 hours. Where is Hind? And what happened to the ambulance team who went to rescue her?
The ease in which Palestinian men are dehumanized. People saw those lineups of halfnaked men and there was relatively no international uproar. Is sexual violence against our men permissible for some reason as long as you write them off as "terrorists"? Humiliation is part of the colonizers' playbook after all. But this is a complex issue of two politically equal entities so don't worry about it.
That last line was sarcasm.
Don't buy the new iphone or any phone if yours works fine
No apple tablets or pcs if yours works fine
If you need one, get a refurbished one
Boycott Teslas
Boycott Vapes
All these things contain resources being illegally and violently mined from Congo.
"Blank is not a zionist, they just acknowledge Israel's right to exist!" Acknowledging Israel's "right to exist" has ALWAYS been the definition of zionism. Yes, even if you're "critical of the government". Yes, even if you "feel sorry" for Gaza.
The reason zionists (who claim they aren't zionists, they just support Israel's right to exist) are suddenly bending backwards and doing incredible mental gymnastics to try to convince you that zionist doesn't mean what it has always meant and that instead it purely means "people who are cheering on the genocide" is that these zionists are trying to put distance between themselves with the "racist, bloodthirsty ones" because they don't want to confront that they are and have always been complicit in this genocide by acknowledging and normalizing the establishment of a settler-colonial project, by seeing ANY "right" to this ethnostate, by claiming there is any worth or good in apartheid. You ARE a zionist, and there's blood on your hands.
Being anti-zionist means you acknowledge that Israel does NOT have a right to exist. Full stop. You cannot say you're anti-zionist and say anything that implies that Israel can and should exist either now or in the future.
And yes, this goes for every single settler-colonial regime around the world.
^Exactly so. There is no non-violent version of Israel. Whatever "nice" Israel you're picturing still exists on stolen land that was acquired through ethnic cleansing and forced displacement. Every inch of it. Israel's existence is inherently violent.
By justifying its existence, by arguing that there's any way for Israel to exist without harming the land and its people, you paved the way for what is happening today and what has been happening for decades.
the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
— Apprehensions, Sylvia Plath
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I’ve been trying to put into words for a while something that I just really really can’t stop thinking about, and that’s the Falasteeni elders in Gaza.
It’s just. How many times now have they been displaced? How many times now have they been forced to leave their homes and move elsewhere knowing that wherever they ended up would not be safe? It happened first in ’48 (maybe even prior to that, depending), then again in ’67, and it’s happening to them now in Gaza with all these false evacuation orders that just lead people to areas that get bombed anyway. They have spent their entire lives enduring Nakba after Nakba. They are proof that the Nakba is ongoing, that it never ended.
How many of their homes have been destroyed? How many loved ones have they lost over the past 75+ years to Zionist violence? How many times have they been forced to rebuild their lives from the ground up again?
Maybe it’s childish to say it, but it’s just not fair. It’s not fair that their entire lives have been stolen over and over and over again. It’s not fair that someone who is born in California can go to Falasteen, pick up a gun when they turn 18, and have more rights to the land, greater claim to “citizenship” than the Falasteeni elders who are denied their right to return. It’s not fair that their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, have only ever known what is it to live in a permanent state of displacement too. It’s not fair that there are elder Palestinians older than the “state” of Israel who remember what it was to live on their own land and who long for their childhood homes and who will never be able to see parts of the beautiful country they were born in again.
I don’t know what I’m trying to say, really. I think we need to just remember them in everything we do. I think we need to constantly be thinking of our Falasteeni elders, whether they’re in Gaza or the West Bank or the Israeli territories or anywhere else in the world. We need to think of them wherever they are, and we need to let the anger and the sadness and the grief we feel for them move us to action because they deserve to see a liberated Falasteen in THEIR lifetimes. They deserve to see their dream of returning to their homes become a reality. They deserve justice, and freedom of movement, and safety, and stability. They deserve to get back what was taken from them when they were children themselves.
We think of them, we show our gratitude to them, and we fight like hell for them until Falasteen is free.
by the way your voice always matters in the fight against injustice. every single time you speak out against an injustice it matters. it sheds light on it. it empowers others to speak up. it matters
if you are afraid to talk about palestine ask yourself why. will you be in danger? as palestinian people are? will an occupying army come into your house in the middle of the night and arrest you for mentioning the tragedy of palestine on social media? is it because you might be perceived as radical for asserting that an occupied people have a right to live free from oppression and death? is it because you feel you don’t know enough to speak out on the 60 days of relentless bombardment in 75 years of ethnic cleansing?
here are some resources to educate yourself:
- The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, Ilan Pappé
- The Question of Palestine, Edward Said
- Except for Palestine: The Limits of Progressive Politics, Marc Lamont Hill & Mitchell Plitnick
- The Hundreds Years’ War on Palestine, Rashid Khalidi
- Justice for Some: Law and the Question of Palestine, Noura Erakat
- Freedom is a Constant Struggle, Angela Davis
- Journal of an Ordinary Grief, Mahmoud Darwish
- Palestine: A Socialist Introduction, ed. Sumaya Awad & Brian Bean
what’s happening is wrong. it is unjust. and we are not powerless. this goes triple for usamericans. it is our weapons, our military aid, and our country’s unconditional support to the apartheid state of israel that is making this genocide a reality.
use your voice. speak the truth. it always matters.
here’s to a liberated palestine and an end to the occupation in 2024، إن شاء الله
i also keep thinking about all the carefully tended gardens that have been razed to the ground. between airstrikes and bulldozers. i keep thinking about the intention and care that went into the growing. it’s a kind of love. the hands in the soil. the sunlight, water, and time. i think about the closed borders. the denial of aid. the salting of the earth. the absolute refusal of any single, minuscule thing that could bring or sustain life.
Gaining access to someone's love is not an achievement, it's a privilege. Hold their heart with honest hands.
i wake up thirsty and i think of palestine. i go to the doctor’s office and i think of palestine. a sign in the corner of the waiting room says ‘this is a place of healing, disruptive behavior will not be tolerated’ and i think of palestine. they probably weren’t thinking of bombs and snipers and mass graves in parking lots. i call my parents and i think of palestine. i drive to the grocery store and i think of palestine. i look at the clear blue sky and i think of palestine. i put the dishes away and i think of palestine. i feed my cat and i think of palestine. i listen to music and i think of palestine. i read poetry and i think of palestine. i text my friends and i think of palestine. i think of palestine and i think of palestine and i think of palestine
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“في الشتاء بعض الأصوات معاطف In winter, some voices are like coats.”
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