5:14 PM @anat.international I feel disturbed and sick seeing israelis marching on our land, taking over our property and business. Stealing our land and bulldozing our sports clubs and resorts. What makes me more sick is that Palestinians from Gaza have been portrayed in a stereotypical way that is finally falling apart due to our young content creators carrying our message with their own agency. The stereotypical way that the world has been used to seeing is meant to evoke pity and has always painted us in a humiliating way. We are always poster children for international organizations collecting donations using images that try to exploit the Palestinian plight instead of showing us as agents fighting against that plight with the smallest acts of resistance, including building beautiful facilities like @biancoresort1 and other entertainment places and food courts. I asked people to send some images of Gaza, and these were some of them. I will keep sharing every now and then to remind people that we do in fact have a “striped beach chair” in Gaza. Fun fact: the chairs were produced in Gaza itself by a local carpenter, according to the owner’s daughters who are my friends. We all have entire lives in Gaza. We dont want to become refugees. We want to live on our land. Israel is invading our city. Come to terms with it. Its real and its happening and people are getting killed from tanks there is NO point denying it. Israel is a thief. A gruesome thief killing entire families left and right.
2:18 AM @eid_yara This is little Yara. This picture was taken in my home at Al Bureij camp where I lived for the first 16 years of my life. I don’t remember much about my childhood. My mother used to get upset about that. Later we discovered that partial memory loss is a trauma response. I only have one brother Feras who’s 3 years younger than me and we were inseparable growing up. We played together, ate together, fought each other and were literally never apart. In 2008, I was 8, Feras was 5 and we lived through our first aggression together. I remember that we were terrified of white phosphorus and how it will melt our skin. We were sleeping in the corridor of our home on the floor, both shaking with the sounds of bombs with our parents holding us. 2012 was a blur, I actually can’t remember anything about that aggression. Just fear and no details. Just bombs and screams. At 14 I understood what death meant, I saw people turn into body parts in front of my eyes, we survived a massacre. I dropped out of school and entered the hospital for a month. I decided to leave after that immediately. I decided that I need to do something because I survived and so many people I know didn’t. In 2016, I traveled to the UK to study with barely any English. I couldn’t go back home for 6 years nor see my family. In 2021, another aggression in Gaza, my family survives by a miracle. Two months later, I go back to Gaza for the first time. Six months later, I lose my father. 2022, I work as a journalist and cover the assault on Gaza. 2023, I graduate from university hoping to go back home in few years. Three months later, a genocide starts in my home. I lose my best friend, more than 60 members of my family, and my mentor. I lose both my childhood home and the house we moved to after I went back to Gaza. I never wanted to leave Palestine. I never wanted to study politics, I never wanted to become a journalist. All I wanted was to have an ordinary childhood and an ordinary life. All I wanted was to be around my family and friends in our home in Palestine. All I wanted was to simply live in dignity and in a Free Palestine. All Palestinian children want the same thing.