1:27 PM @untoldpalestine 📍 رسالة وصلت منصتنا من زينب، شقيقة أية ونسمة
مع ارتقاء كل شه/يد وشه/يدة، تزداد مسؤوليتنا لتوثيق حكاياهم وحياتهم، وضمان أن لا يصبحوا مجرد أرقام. إن حجم الجرائم يلامس كل عائلة، من كبار السن إلى الأطفال والنساء والرجال.
توثيقنا لحياتهم هو مهمة نراها شاهدة على هذه الجرائم. إذا كانت لديك معلومات دقيقة وموثوقة حول الأشخاص الذين فقدوا حياتهم في أي مكان في فلسطين، يمكنك مساعدتنا في هذا التوثيق.
عن ماذا نبحث ؟
مواد توثق حياتهم قبل الاستش/هاد، سواء كانت صورًا، مقاطع فيديو، روابط وصفحات شخصية، أو نصوص من أحبائهم تحكي عنهم. يرجى إرسالها لنا.
📍 A message to our platform from Zienab, their sister.
With the passing of every martyr, our responsibility grows to document their stories and lives, ensuring they are not reduced to mere numbers. The magnitude of the crimes affects every family, from the elderly to children, women, and men.
Our documentation of their lives serves as a testimony to these tragedies. If you have precise and trustworthy information about individuals who lost their lives anywhere in Palestine, you can help us in this endeavor.
What are we searching for?
Materials that capture their lives before they were killed, be it photos, videos, links to personal profiles, or texts from their loved ones that provide insight into their lives. Please share them with us. 8:50 AM @hindkhoudary I am an incredibly sensitive person. Every time I witness something, it deeply affects my emotions and inner self.
For the past 28 days, I've been exposed to horrifying scenes that have been breaking my heart.
These images of babies being killed, injured, or displaced are particularly distressing.
In one instance, I observed an apartment being bombed, and a woman, a little boy, and a teenager had to be rushed to the hospital.
While attempting to report on what I witnessed, my heart raced, and my voice trembled.
I felt that my reporting fell short of what I wanted it to be.
My heart seems both fragile and resilient at the same time.
Though you might perceive me as a courageous female journalist, at my core, I'm just a young girl yearning for her father's comforting embrace throughout the day.
In my mind, the camera capturing me is my father, and I visualize his loving face and eyes while I report.
My father passed away in 2012, marking my first encounter with loss.
Every day, I continue to endure the pain of witnessing loss, and it shatters my heart.
Love,
Hind 
