Read: "An increased cost of living is good because if you are lucky, you might receive a salary increase to compensate for this general price increase! 😁". Price inflation is an induced problem - the salary increases are demanded in order to cope with this problem.

ICE is unreal. Defund them.

Petro the Dignified

Burnt Land - The story of Elias Mariyah from Bethlehem

Laissez-faire - Genesis, decline and revenge of an ideology (2015) – Documentary

Documentary film that explains how the logics that drive world economies do the favor of the elites at the expense of 99%

What is Waste Colonialism?

Fred Hampton on Solidarity

“American policies remain the same, only their faces change” — Iranian poster (2018) showing Presidents Trump and Obama as one

Today, I visited my brother Ibrahim's family to check on them, trying to support them, even if only with kind words, in a time when no one else stands by them. Ibrahim, who was once a brilliant and dedicated engineer, worked tirelessly to secure a better future for his family. He was always striving, devoted to his work, and deeply loving toward his children. But today, he stands powerless, living with his children in a worn-out tent after the war destroyed his home and everything he owned.  

Ibrahim told me, with a voice full of sorrow, that he is thinking of emigrating. He said, "There’s no hope left. Everything is gone. I just want a decent life for my children, away from this nightmare. But he broke down in tears when he saw his children in front of him. "How can I leave them? I love them so much, but I want to do something for them. They have faced hunger and poverty in their worst forms, and I can’t bear to see their eyes filled with tears any longer.

Hamoud, five years old, hasn’t tasted chicken for more than fifteen months, like other children his age. Ibrahim told me that Hamoud often cries when he goes with him to the market, seeing the sweets and food that children crave. Hamoud stands longingly in front of the things he wants but cannot have, while Ibrahim stands helpless, his heart breaking with every tear his child sheds.  

As for Khaled, the child who was born in the midst of this war, he has known misery since his first breath. He was born in a tent that barely shields him from the cold and rain. He has never heard anything but the sound of bombings, nor seen anything but the flames of explosions lighting up the night sky. His childhood was stolen before it even began, like thousands of other children in Gaza living under these harsh conditions.  

Today, I photographed Hamoud, Khaled, and Ibrahim’s family and sent the pictures to my injured father and my sick mother, who has cancer. Since we were displaced from Rafah nine months ago, my parents haven’t seen their grandchildren. I wanted to show them how these little ones—who once filled their lives with laughter and innocence—have grown. I wanted to show them the truth: how the war has changed their features and weighed down their young hearts with burdens.  

Ibrahim, who once symbolized success and hard work, has become a broken man living in a tent, struggling every day to meet his family’s basic needs. The war has stolen everything from him—even his hopes and dreams. And yet, he keeps trying, keeps fighting for his children.  
Life in Gaza today is beyond words. We live in tattered tents, facing cold, hunger, and death, while the world watches silently. Ibrahim and his children’s story is not an exception but one of thousands of stories that embody the suffering of an entire people.  
Every day, we try to plant hope in our hearts, despite everything we go through. We try to hold on, for the sake of the children who know nothing but pain and deprivation. Our story is not just words—it’s a cry for anyone who can hear. A cry that may find its way to the hearts of those who can make a difference.  

<div class="md"><p>Today, I visited my brother Ibrahim&#39;s family to check on them, trying to support them, even if only with kind words, in a time when no one else stands by them. Ibrahim, who was once a brilliant and dedicated engineer, worked tirelessly to secure a better future for his family. He was always striving, devoted to his work, and deeply loving toward his children. But today, he stands powerless, living with his children in a worn-out tent after the war destroyed his home and everything he owned.  </p>

<p>Ibrahim told me, with a voice full of sorrow, that he is thinking of emigrating. He said, &quot;There’s no hope left. Everything is gone. I just want a decent life for my children, away from this nightmare. But he broke down in tears when he saw his children in front of him. &quot;How can I leave them? I love them so much, but I want to do something for them. They have faced hunger and poverty in their worst forms, and I can’t bear to see their eyes filled with tears any longer.</p>

<p>Hamoud, five years old, hasn’t tasted chicken for more than fifteen months, like other children his age. Ibrahim told me that Hamoud often cries when he goes with him to the market, seeing the sweets and food that children crave. Hamoud stands longingly in front of the things he wants but cannot have, while Ibrahim stands helpless, his heart breaking with every tear his child sheds.  </p>

<p>As for Khaled, the child who was born in the midst of this war, he has known misery since his first breath. He was born in a tent that barely shields him from the cold and rain. He has never heard anything but the sound of bombings, nor seen anything but the flames of explosions lighting up the night sky. His childhood was stolen before it even began, like thousands of other children in Gaza living under these harsh conditions.  </p>

<p>Today, I photographed Hamoud, Khaled, and Ibrahim’s family and sent the pictures to my injured father and my sick mother, who has cancer. Since we were displaced from Rafah nine months ago, my parents haven’t seen their grandchildren. I wanted to show them how these little ones—who once filled their lives with laughter and innocence—have grown. I wanted to show them the truth: how the war has changed their features and weighed down their young hearts with burdens.  </p>

<p>Ibrahim, who once symbolized success and hard work, has become a broken man living in a tent, struggling every day to meet his family’s basic needs. The war has stolen everything from him—even his hopes and dreams. And yet, he keeps trying, keeps fighting for his children.<br/>
Life in Gaza today is beyond words. We live in tattered tents, facing cold, hunger, and death, while the world watches silently. Ibrahim and his children’s story is not an exception but one of thousands of stories that embody the suffering of an entire people.<br/>
Every day, we try to plant hope in our hearts, despite everything we go through. We try to hold on, for the sake of the children who know nothing but pain and deprivation. Our story is not just words—it’s a cry for anyone who can hear. A cry that may find its way to the hearts of those who can make a difference.  </p>
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The Story of Ibrahim and His Children: When Childhood Becomes a Victim of War

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According to the ADL saying "free Palestine" is antisemitic but doing a literal Nazi salute isn't...

With the ceasefire taking effect today, I held onto a glimmer of hope that life might slowly return to normal. I called a friend in northern Gaza to check on him and asked him to look at our house in Beit Hanoun—the home we left 15 months ago when the war began, destroying everything around us. I hoped to hear good news, that perhaps our house was still standing or at least repairable.  

But the news I received shattered me. My friend told me that the Israeli army had rigged our house with explosives and completely demolished it. Our home, which once stood as a haven for our family, is now nothing but a pile of rubble.  

This house wasn’t just four walls and a roof; it was my father’s life’s work, built with his hands and his dreams. He poured his sweat and years into building a place where we could live safely. He dreamed of sitting in that house, protected from the harsh winter cold that now only worsens the pain in his fractured bones. My father, who was severely injured during the war and has been unable to move for over 14 months, lived on the hope of returning to his home and family. Now, he faces two crushing pains: the pain of his injury and the pain of losing our home.  

When I told my father the news, I saw a deep despair in his eyes like I had never seen before. He didn’t speak but sat in silence, tears streaming down his face. It was as if all his hopes had been wiped away. Around us, the children stood in shock. We’re living in a small tent, exposed to the biting winter cold, with no walls to protect us or a roof to shield us.  

For the past 15 months, I’ve worked tirelessly in unimaginable conditions. I sold drinking water and gathered firewood from dangerous areas to sell, risking my life every day. All of this was for one goal: to save enough money to get my father the urgent surgery he needs outside Gaza. We were so close to achieving that goal—hope was within reach. But now, with our home destroyed, I don’t know how to keep going.  

Will we live in this tent forever? How can I keep fighting to save my father while everything around us falls apart?**  

We don’t blame the war alone; we blame everyone who left us to face this suffering alone. We blame the silence of those who watched these crimes in Gaza and did nothing, those who witnessed our pain and didn’t extend a hand to help.  

The pain we carry today isn’t just the pain of war—it’s the pain of being forgotten.  
I am now less than €3000 away from collecting enough to travel with my father to Egypt for his second surgery. Please, help us reach this final step.

<div class="md"><p>With the ceasefire taking effect today, I held onto a glimmer of hope that life might slowly return to normal. I called a friend in northern Gaza to check on him and asked him to look at our house in Beit Hanoun—the home we left 15 months ago when the war began, destroying everything around us. I hoped to hear good news, that perhaps our house was still standing or at least repairable.  </p>

<p>But the news I received shattered me. My friend told me that the Israeli army had rigged our house with explosives and completely demolished it. Our home, which once stood as a haven for our family, is now nothing but a pile of rubble.  </p>

<p>This house wasn’t just four walls and a roof; it was my father’s life’s work, built with his hands and his dreams. He poured his sweat and years into building a place where we could live safely. He dreamed of sitting in that house, protected from the harsh winter cold that now only worsens the pain in his fractured bones. My father, who was severely injured during the war and has been unable to move for over 14 months, lived on the hope of returning to his home and family. Now, he faces two crushing pains: the pain of his injury and the pain of losing our home.  </p>

<p>When I told my father the news, I saw a deep despair in his eyes like I had never seen before. He didn’t speak but sat in silence, tears streaming down his face. It was as if all his hopes had been wiped away. Around us, the children stood in shock. We’re living in a small tent, exposed to the biting winter cold, with no walls to protect us or a roof to shield us.  </p>

<p>For the past 15 months, I’ve worked tirelessly in unimaginable conditions. I sold drinking water and gathered firewood from dangerous areas to sell, risking my life every day. All of this was for one goal: to save enough money to get my father the urgent surgery he needs outside Gaza. We were so close to achieving that goal—hope was within reach. But now, with our home destroyed, I don’t know how to keep going.  </p>

<p>Will we live in this tent forever? How can I keep fighting to save my father while everything around us falls apart?**  </p>

<p>We don’t blame the war alone; we blame everyone who left us to face this suffering alone. We blame the silence of those who watched these crimes in Gaza and did nothing, those who witnessed our pain and didn’t extend a hand to help.  </p>

<p>The pain we carry today isn’t just the pain of war—it’s the pain of being forgotten.<br/>
I am now less than €3000 away from collecting enough to travel with my father to Egypt for his second surgery. Please, help us reach this final step.</p>
</div>

Has the War in Gaza Ended, or Does Our Struggle Continue?

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A 15 year old Palestinian boy said he was raped in Israeli custody. When a non-profit tried to expose it, Israel raided their offices, labelled them a terrorist organization, and shut them down. Brett Murphy’s ProPublica report reveals this and more.

Former U.S. diplomat Hala Rharrit said she documented images coming out of Gaza for the State Department – “fragments of U.S. bombs next to massacres of mostly children.” 

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Mark Zuckerberg wore one of the rarest watches in the world, worth $900,000, while announcing the end of fact-checking at Meta

America has all three type of cracy 

The 2% price inflation (general price increase) goal working as intended: impoverishing the American populace at a steady rate.

U.S. Politicians Live in 1949

U.S Politicians Live in 1949

Inside Hasbara: what two rare handbooks reveal (An investigative series on two elusive hasbara handbooks and the candid strategies they contain)

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The last photo of Hussam A. Safiya, the Director of the Palestinian Kamal Adwan Hospital, walking alone towards Israeli tanks. He boldly refused to abandon the people in the hospital despite Israeli threats, even after they killed his son. He was recently kidnapped by Israel.


The Indians succeeded, but the Chinese failed in Hong Kong

Source: https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2024/12/23/gaza-toddlers-got-the-polio-vaccine-then-an-israeli-bomb-took-their-legs

<div class="md"><p>Source: <a href="https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2024/12/23/gaza-toddlers-got-the-polio-vaccine-then-an-israeli-bomb-took-their-legs">https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2024/12/23/gaza-toddlers-got-the-polio-vaccine-then-an-israeli-bomb-took-their-legs</a></p>
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This is Zionism

Defense fund established by supporters of suspected CEO killer Luigi Mangione nears $200K

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