The university still calls to me, but a heavy financial burden stands between me and returning. I'm trying to find a way to pay the accumulated tuition fees, so that this fragile thread connecting me to my dream doesn’t break. https://t.co/NqNoZ41eom

From the beginning of the starvation, the fundraisers companies have been curcial for families in Gaza. This may seem simple compared to the endless needs, but it is always an EFFECTIVE way to preserve their dignity and help them get through tough times.

#パレスチナ #ガザ 「パレスチナの女性は人質から解放された彼女の子供を認識できませんでした。彼の外見が変わってしまったからです。彼女は想像もつかないほどの痛み、苦しみを抱えています。」 引用元Shazaさんの寄付サイト https://t.co/p7uAvLunSh

Please do support Shaza in completing her education. They can take everything, except what's in your head.

and thoughts that has begun to isolate me and consume my mind. I wonder — if I survived, then why haven’t I survived all of this?

What I feared has happened — the genocide has stopped, but hardships have begun to single us out, along with the pain of missing friends, losing our homes and our lives, and the longing to return. I feel as though there is a fierce assault of emotions, feelings,

I think I am currently living in a state of deep struggle a struggle with the tasks of the tent, a struggle to keep up with education,a struggle with prices, a struggle with emotions and adaptation, a struggle with memories,and a struggle with the possibility of another genocide.

Good morning, Hamada and I were at his uncle @IamIbrahim21 place, and he was filled with great joy when he saw the eggplant and potato plants he had grown blooming. He even insisted that I take a picture of him with them 💚♥

Palestinian hostage Mahmoud abu Fool has been freed from Israeli torture camps losing one leg and both eyes..

While I was teaching my children near the tent, I saw the sadness in Diaa’s eyes. He said, “Mom, I miss my friends… when will we play with them?” 🫂 The war has ended, but their childhood is still captive. In Gaza🇵🇸, we are still struggling to survive❤️‍🩹.

「今ガザにいる私たちの感情をどう伝えればよいでしょうか。たくさんの矛盾する感情が同時に押し寄せてきます。喜び、抑圧、痛み、切望、喪失、そして強さ。時折私以外の誰かが心を支配しているような気がします。」 https://t.co/p7uAvLunSh

A Palestinian woman couldn’t recognize her son after he was released from prison because his features had changed. She kept asking him, “Are you Hamza? Are you my Hamza, son?” What kind of pain, what kind of anguish is this?

There's nothing called "Hamas security forces". It's just Gaza's security forces. These policemen; many of them have nothing to do with Hamas or any political faction. They are officially registered police members performing their duties and trying to maintain the public order

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Learn from these people — those who drained our blood and our money. We suffered for two years from the high commissions imposed on the donations sent to us; they used to take half of the amount. But now, the resistance is disciplining them — no more commissions from now on.

The cunning of the resistance.😂😂❤️❤️

When I laid my head on my pillow each night, I wondered will my tent burn down, and will I die in the flames. Would I be torn apart? I used to wish to die as one whole body, not in a thousand pieces. I used to imagine the tent burnin I still can’t believe I survived.

I cannot explain how every Gazan feels. We experience so many conflicting emotions—joy, oppression, pain, longing, loss, and strength—all at once. Sometimes it feels like unconsciousness takes over, as if someone has numbed your heart and mind.

Carpe Diem "seize the day". That’s been my motto. We don’t wait for the right moments – we create them. Grateful for last semester’s results, all thanks to God and to each of you for standing by me through nights of noise, fear, and endless waiting. https://t.co/aOigR5PPf6

My posts aren't being seen & my followers count has dropped over the past few hours & is still dropping. I've tried blocking bots & reporting spam, hoping that will help, but I'm definitely having issues with visibility. Apologies for negative impacts to those who need support.

One of the prisoners told us during our visit that the jailers forced them to drink toilet water for an entire week. They would put them in a room stripped of their clothes, turn on five cold air conditioners, and add loud music and random flashing lights that shook the place.