HOW...

...can you not LOVE THE PALESTINIANS? ❤️❤️❤️🍉🍉🍉

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Conjuring up Ghosts in the Backyard. / Conjurar fantasmas no seu próprio quintal.

MENSAGEM PARA OS BRASILEIROS

AIPAC já começou a comprar políticos brasileiros; a nossa reação pra impedir que o Brasil fique como o Estados da América e Israel já está atrasada. 

Mandemos uma mensagem pro mundo inteiro:

O BRASIL NÂO É UM PAÍS GENOCÍDA. 

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I'm about to go to bed, forcing myself to sleep. The first image I have when I open my eyes is of some child I have never met, a child that has been murdered in Palestine. The last thought at night is of some unknown dead Palestinian; 

Estou prestes a ir para a cama, forçando-me a dormir. A primeira imagem que tenho ao abrir os olhos é de alguma criança que nunca conheci, uma criança que foi assassinada na Palestina. O último pensamento à noite é de algum palestino morto e desconhecido.

it is the same anguish I felt when I was 9 years old and learned about the Holocaust; the anguish of not understanding how German society could be so cruel.

É a mesma angústia que senti quando tinha 9 anos e soube sobre o Holocausto; a angústia de não entender como a sociedade alemã podia ser tão cruel.

I had shut down my computer and had to put it back on again to bear witness, to place here the face that came upon my mind as I set my bed;

Eu havia desligado meu computador e tive que ligá-lo novamente para testemunhar, para colocar aqui o rosto que veio à minha mente enquanto me deitava na cama.

A child that went to sleep and woke up with an explosion that you israelis conjured; her father gone; her mother gone; her sister gone; her brother gone; her cousins gone. Her home gone.

Uma criança que foi dormir e acordou com uma explosão que vocês, israelenses, conjuraram; seu pai — desaparecido; sua mãe — desaparecida; sua irmã — desaparecida; seu irmão — desaparecido; seus primos — desaparecidos. 
Sua casa — em ruínas.

She walked to her bed as you and I and the entire world did and woke up missing family and limb; one of the israeli children pressed a button and launched a missile that changed her life in an instant.

Ela foi para a cama como você, como eu, como todo o mundo — e acordou sem parte da família e sem uma perna; uma das crianças israelenses apertou um botão e lançou um míssil que mudou sua vida num instante

She survived that attack and woke up without her family and missing a leg, but her spirit pushed her forward, and she made plans to become a doctor; 

Ela sobreviveu àquele ataque e acordou sem sua família e sem uma perna, mas seu espírito a impulsionou adiante, e ela fez planos para se tornar médica;

"to help others," she said hopefully.

“Para ajudar os outros,” ela disse esperançosa.

Then, one of your children pushed another button and conjured another missile that found her in bed, sleeping, AT A HOSPITAL.

Então, uma das suas crianças apertou outro botão e conjurou outro míssil, que a encontrou na cama, dormindo, EM UM HOSPITAL.

She didn't survive that.

Ela não sobreviveu a isso.

And I am 59 years old, anguished and unable to understand how can the israeli society be so cruel. So vicious. So inhuman. So unjewish like.

E eu tenho 59 anos, angustiado e incapaz de entender como a sociedade israelense pode ser tão cruel. Tão vingativa. Tão desumana. Tão nada judaica

I'm going to press the publish button and try to sleep, and her memory will be with me until I do: 

Vou apertar o botão de publicar e tentar dormir, e a memória dela estará comigo até que eu dormir: Até a minha morte.

The memory of her lying there in bed, crying for her family, trying to find hope for a new beginning, or as she stated, 

A lembrança dela deitada ali na cama, chorando por sua família, tentando encontrar esperança para um novo começo, ou como ela mesma disse,

"My life is changing now."

“Minha vida está mudando agora.”

But to change, you need to be alive. So I will try thinking of that instead: that there might be hope for the Israelis, the Germans, the Americans, the British, and all the people tonight engaged in hurting others.

Mas para mudar, é preciso estar vivo. Então vou tentar pensar nas palavras dela em vez da minha angústia: que pode haver esperança para os israelenses, os alemães, os americanos, os britânicos e todas as pessoas que hoje à noite estão envolvidas em ferir os outros.

To change, you need to be alive so there might be hope for your genocidal society. 

Para mudar, é preciso estar vivo, para que possa haver esperança para a sua sociedade genocida.

Perhaps, one of these days, you israelis will get tired of killing and hurting and raping and torturing and conjuring up ghosts in your backyard.

Talvez, um desses dias, vocês, israelenses, se cansem de matar, ferir, estuprar, torturar e conjurar fantasmas no seu próprio quintal.

The Babies Didn't Die Alone: They Had Each Other.

Just one of thousands of atrocities committed by the Terrorist State of Israel.

I am a writer. I will place you there.

You wander inside an abandoned hospital. Just imagine yourself a ghost, an ethereal being. You have no body mass, just soul and consciousness.

You hear loud screams. Crying. And the babies hear each other. Too little to understand that the others cry, too. Too little to even have an expectancy to be picked up. Comforted. Fed.

They cry in pain. There's no sadness. Too little to experience so many emotions. Their bodies hurt for nutrients, for water, for their mother's milk, drying in their breast under one of the thousands of collapsed buildings. 

So the little creatures cry and cry. They hear each other. That's the last thing they hear in this world: each other. And the loud sounds of the bombs from the Fourth Reich of The Terrorist State of Israel.

And no one comes for them. They cry and cry and cry, and little by little, it begins to subside; all that crying, one by one until only one baby cries. No one is coming. The IDF has condemned them to death. Their crime is being of Palestinian descent.

I don't believe there's a God of any kind in the universe, except all the ones my fellow human beings invented. Each one more murderous than the other. But they need them. I'm left with empathy.

With God in your heart, you imagine angels coming to take them home. An atheist like myself imagines the hungry dogs arriving there before they were dead. 

And a single thought soothes my soul: Marco Aurélio, they are too little to understand the screams of the ones being eaten alive.

My heart hurts for the Palestinians. And I have no faith in anything. That, for an atheist, is death itself.

Au Hasard Balthazar

 

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For the morally impaired: this is a video of an IDF Nazi shooting at a child while a VICIOUS Palestinian tries to save him.

"Why can't you feel for us?" RAZAN AHMAD ALRIFI

"My mother was a martyred?"

"My father was a martyred?"

"My brother was martyred?"

"My nephew was martyred?"

"My sister was martyred?"

"We are exhausted!"

"Why can't you feel for us?"

A Mother's Womb

     The place you don't remember, is the safest place you've been; your very existence is proof of that. A heartbeat away from yours is your mother's own heartbeat, pumping life into every part of your tiny body.

     Your mother; the being that creates you, feeds you and gives birth to you, eventually will expose you to this world.

     The israelis, after killing Palestinians for six months, have perfected the art of Genocide and invented THE DEAD WOMB;  a place life seizes to exist.     

     The Palestinians can always be found near death itself; with nothing but faith, resilience and an inexplicable will to live;  side stepping our eternal foe and valiantly saving their families, friends and neighbors.

     While the israelis were busy perfecting the art of killing, the Palestinians have found their way into our collective nightmares and we watch them perfecting the art of living: 

without food, without water, without love, without all that makes life worth living.

     The Palestinians seem to be whispering to us the greatest secret of all: a human being can outlive almost anything except the necessity of having each other.

🍉  LONG LIVE THE Palestinians!   🍉 

a mother and her children

The Terrorist State of israel 

A neighborhood 

This is what DESPERATION looks like

I'm all without WORDS

There's evil in this world, and ISRAELIS - the chosen people -

This is Israelis MOCKING them.

the killing of DONIA ABU MUHSEN

TOGETHER IN GENOCIDE 

    

the killing of DONIA ABU MUHSEN -12 YEARS OLD -

( she was killed inside a HOSPITAL by the FOURTH REICH, a.k.a. IDF )

Body language | She holds her arm when wishing that |

Body language | notice her hands when saying that |

Body language | Her hands punctuate her wishes  |

THE israelis want us to go back to our lives; they actually believe they have the right to hurt, imprison, torture, and control the lives of these people as if they were cattle. 

YOU CAN CALL ME WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT.

You are the FORTH REICH of the German ideology, and if we could grant a wish to the Palestinians, we would be sending you all back to your makers, GERMANY.

PALESTINE was there before you arrived, and YOU DESTROYED IT.

THE WORLD NEEDS PALESTINIANS. IT DOES NOT NEED israelis.

TELL ME:

What have you contributed to this world?

ASIDE FROM PAIN AND SUFFERING AND WAR.

I HAVE BEEN WATCHING YOUR TELEVISION.

YOU ARE ONE SICK SOCIETY.