“ My phone battery is at 2%, and when I thought about who to call, I thought of you. I’m sure I’m going to die, my friend. This might be our last call. Since morning, I’ve been searching for a sip of water, but I can’t find any. My friend, here everything leads to death. They’ve killed more than 50 people right in front of me. I escaped from them by a miracle, surviving a massacre where more than 27 people, 27 souls, were martyred. People here die and are left on the streets. You look at them and keep walking, as if they were just stones. I sleep on the streets; I have no one. I live alone, without my family. My phone is about to die. I want you to know that I love you and forgive me if I’ve ever wronged you. ”
Mustafa, North Gaza 11.11 2024
150 hours under the rubble
Exhibit of children’s artwork removed from the UN HQ in New York
They won’t give up!
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Hind’s Hall 2
From Francesca Albanese
July 10 2024
Frank Zappa said:
05.27.2024
I left my children playing in the tent
I hugged them as if it felt like the last
hug. I left to cook them something
to eat.
I came back panicking as I heard the
airstrikes. I found my six children
that couldn’t fit in the tent. They
burnt and became ash. I carried the
six in my arm as if it were a handful
of sand. I continued hugging and
kissing them.
My six children world, they became
the size of a handful of sand.
Testimony from the Rafah massacre
After 7 months…
