8:36 PM @mahmoudbassam8 عامُ واحدٌ كفيلٌ أن يغير حياتك
وقد كان عامنا المنصرم من أكبر اختبارات التحمل والصبر والاحتساب !
من كان يعتقد يوماً أننا سنسمع أجراس عامٍ كامل من العدوان و الخذلان وأن العالم أجمع سيقف يحدق إلى أشلائنا المتناثرة هنا و هناك بأعين بليدة باردة !
لم يكن هذا اليوم يخطر على البال قط، و لم نكن لنتخيل نحن أنفسنا العزيزة ذليلة يوماً..
شاءت الأقدار ان تهب رياحها العاتية على حياتنا، أن تخطف ما ألفنا و أحببنا وشاءت الأقدار ان تشق على صدورنا، تقتلع الزهور التي زرعنا و سقينا..
و ها نحن اليوم نبكي ما فقدنا من إخوة وأصدقاء وأقارب و نواصل المسير بين وحشة و صراع.
وحيدون لا نرجو مواساة أو معونة، وحيدون لا نرجو سوى رضا الله و الشهادة في سبيله باغون..
رحم الله شهدائنا الأبرار و جمعنا و إياهم في جنات النعيم
One year is enough to change your life. And our past year was one of the greatest tests of endurance, patience, and trust in Allah’s will!
Who would have thought that one day we would hear the bells of an entire year of aggression and betrayal, while the whole world stood staring blankly, coldly at our scattered remains here and there!
This day never crossed our minds, and we never imagined that we, with our precious souls, would ever be humiliated.
Allah willed that its fierce winds blow upon our lives, taking away what we were familiar with and loved. Allah willed that it burden our hearts, uprooting the flowers we planted and nurtured.
And here we are today, mourning the loss of brothers, friends, and relatives, continuing to march on amidst loneliness and struggle.
Alone, seeking neither consolation nor aid; alone, seeking only Allah’s satisfaction and martyrdom in His cause.
May Allah have mercy on our righteous martyrs and unite us with them in the gardens of paradise. 7:44 PM @mo_elhelo21 One million people marched in London yesterday.
One million people took a stand against genocide.
My brother’s face was among them.
Even though Yahya never left Gaza, his memory managed to walk the streets of London with such honourable people.
He was born in a war, and died in a war. I hope this will be the last war. The bitterness that he did not taste freedom in life, only in death, will stay with me forever.
I hope the coward that killed my brother remembers his face. I hope their crime follows them the way my grief follows me. I hope they see him every time they close their eyes, like I do.
My brother was murdered while trying to rescue someone else who was hurt. He had the courage of 10,000 men.
If the whole world was even half as brave as my brother, there would be no occupation.
The world moves on so quickly, but we are not numbers, and we carry the pain left in the wake of Zionism. We can’t move on. We can’t forget.
Thank you for remembering Yahya.
To Allah we belong, and to him we shall return.
And F**k Israel…
Thanks @kateprichard60 7:15 PM @wizard_bisan1 A year of nonstop fighting the fear, and being honoured to be a defender of the Palestinian cause, the most fair cause in history.
The first picture was when I head to film Rafah for the last time in 20th May, I wore the Journalists vest that didn’t protect 170 journalists were killed during covering the genocide. South - Rafah
Second picture is for starting filming a new series of my program (Hakawatya) despite the genocide in a camp with some friends and lovely displaced people, it’s posted on YouTube (the link in the bio) South - Khanyounis
third picture is for me setting anywhere I can catch internet to post the updates, in the coldest and hardest conditions. South- Rafah.
Forth picture is for how we used to empty our tent after a rain night in Nasser medical complex - south Gaza
Fifth video is documenting the moment several air strikes hit a camp nearby the Kuwait hospital- Rafah.
Fifth picture is after crying almost for 4 hours nonstop after I knew my home in the north of Gaza Strip is bombed/ destroyed while I am displaced in a tent in the south of Gaza Strip.
The sixth picture is for me and a friend very happy that we found food after searching for 2 hours about bread in the middle of the starvation wave in December- khanyounis
The seventh picture is after I cut my long hair because I can’t take care of it, due to the he lack of water, hair products, healthy food and hygiene products in general, and this picture is at the top roof of Nasser hospital in khanyounis to catch signal for the ESIM card so I can post the updates.
The eighth picture is while documenting an evacuation in Salah Aldin road.
The ninth is for filming the destruction of khanyounis city after the Israeli army withdrawal after 4 months of ground invasion and infrastructure destruction.
The tenth picture is for why we resist, why do we have hope and where do we get our strength from… little displaced chunky faces ✨🍉🤍 2:28 PM @wizard_bisan1 I survived a year of genocide, I have changed and old Bisan is gone forever, I left her in the garden in the North of Gaza Strip..
- The first picture is for my tent in the backyard of Shifa’a hospital, I remember my dad was searching for anything to cover us from the rain back in October 2023 and he found this billboard on the street, I lived here for 30 days - North Gaza.
- the second picture is for me covering the bombing for the first time in Shate’e refugee camp - North Gaza
- third picture is for a group of children displaced in a school and taking a selfi after we enjoyed painting our faces with the smiles we were deprived from. - North Gaza
- forth picture is on the entrance of Shifa’a hospital were I used to set on the ground to catch internet and post the updates - North Gaza
- fifth picture, the last time I touched my Grandma hand before she passed because of the poor health conditions and wide spread infections in Shifa’a hospital where we were displaced with 60,000 other displaced people.
- sixth picture, Is an art work for an artist that I don’t know but I owe her/im/them a deep respect and thanks for this, comment for credit 🙏🏻
- seventh picture, the tenth of November.. the last time I saw my home and my kittens, before fleeing to the South Gaza.
- eighth picture, Dodo my little sister an hour before leaving the north, we slept that night in a school next to the home with people we don’t know, we saw our home from the window and we couldn’t sleep in it, I remember the random bombshell of the inhabited houses, she is smiling as usual🤍
ninth picture, drinking our first family tea in the south, after leaving our home, land and everything we have in the north, and being homeless until now.
tenth picture, 6 days truce during November and the closest point to the north I could reach was the sign welcoming me to Gaza city (the north of Gaza valley) 
