A Important Question

How can you look at this YOUNG GIRL and not see a HUMAN BEING that has THE RIGHT TO BE ALIVE? THE RIGHT TO LIVE.

let it be... for resting is a privilege

For the night. Because I have the luxury of resting. An unknown face. A kin spirit. You will say me goodbye

Tomorrow we protest more. Until PALESTINIANS ARE FREE.

The powers to be believe OUR RESOLVE will die out. They have no clue. WE REMEMBER THE HOLOCAUST. it's so vivid to me that all the artists I admired ARE DEAD. The entire Hollywood industry died. I am in shock how little the represent to me now. NOTHING. Just a bunch of deaf and dumb opportunistic cowards.  

                         Good night

where's israel?

Please show it to us in a map

DISGRACEFUL

Instagram is now changing video clips so fast you can't save some of them. 

We now FINALLY are understanding THE REAL WORLD.

Are You HAMAS?

 

I'm Hamas

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting memories of my childhood: the fear of the soldiers and their cruelty. The humiliations I witnessed to family and friends. 

The sadness when I understood that the strongest man I knew, my hero, my father, couldn't protect me, couldn't protect my mother,  couldn't protect my sister.

I'm Hamas.

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting memories of my childhood: the emptiness inside watching entire families killed in a single day.

I'm Hamas.

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting memories of my childhood: the shame I felt running away when the settlers came and began beating my neighbors. Stealing their houses. My mother holding my hand tight and pulling me along to safety.

I'm Hamas.

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting childhood memories: the moment I realized I wasn't safe anywhere. 

I'm Hamas.

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

I'm a child no more. 

The unrelenting memories of my childhood: made me who I am. 

I know I have a choice: 

live and die at the hands of my oppressors;

Exercise the lessons they taught me: brutality, sadism, unrelenting terror and fight back.

The question is not, and will never be, do you condemn Hamas? The question is: 

ARE YOU HAMAS?

How many years would you take the blows, the humiliations, the injustices, the killings of children, of entire families?

I'm Hamas.

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting memories of my childhood and the lessons I learned from the people God chose to be my neighbors.

What would you do in my shoes? 

I'm Hamas. 

ARE YOU HAMAS? 

israel Counting Clock

israeli impressive number of kills.

"Please, mom. Come out. I can't see you."

a Palestinian little girl CRIES