The Most Moral Army

 I need a place where my soul is free and peaceful, a place where I can write about love, longing, and the little things that unite and define us as humans. 

There's nothing humane about israel or Israelis, so I am moving all their crimes to another site:

www.themostmoralarmy.com

( it will take me a while; they have been killing Palestinians and other Arabs for 75 years. )

So many crimes, So little time.

 You can't post fast enough to document the crimes the terrorist state of israel is committing in Palestine, Lebanon, Iran, Jordan, and Syria. A sadistic, barbaric society.

CLICK on the pictures. Mazel tov?

"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 Vigil for the Holocaust in Palestine.

 

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The light of this earth is the children; the chosen people are EVERY HUMAN BEING, sharing the same timeline.

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Compassion is the lesson from the Holocaust for every human being.

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If only the children of Palestine had a Jewish israeli family compassionate enough to protect them. 

 

Thank all fictitious God, ANNE FRANK isn't a Palestinian girl. The religious Jewish soldiers would shoot her in the head for existing.

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

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 me 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.

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