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المَقاومة ، طَريقنا الى القُدس 

مِن انفاق غَزة الى الأمة الاسلامية ، كُل عام وأنتم للقدس أقرب 

An Palestinian baby…… peeping from his window.
But his future is in dark….

Whatever
Kholoud Saeed, a 16-year-old Gazan poet wrotes…..
Whatever
It was a life or a death
It was a part or a link
It was darkness or a glint
But … what’s the most important thing?!
Whatever
He was a man or a child
He was brave or just ready to fight
He was a black bullet or the sun of the twilight
So … what we are seeking to hide?!
Whatever
It was the beginning or the end
It was killing or a hint
It was assistance or a killer fist
So … why we are on the terrorist list?!
Whatever
It was a light or a flame
It was a dream or a nightmare
It was peace or fear
What if we really don’t care?!

A Palestinian boy sleeps on a mattress inside the remains of his family’s house.

‘A sand storm approached the Gaza Strip, and the first thing that came to my mind was the people living in the remains of the houses that were destroyed by Israeli shelling during the 50-day war in 2014. The densely-populated Shejaiya neighbourhood was almost empty, like a ghost town. The picture of the boy asleep there shows how difficult life is for these people. No one can imagine a boy could sleep in these conditions. But it’s normal for the children now.’

Photograph: Suhaib Salem/Reuters

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The narrative of the Zionist movement is that the land of Palestine was a land without people, and that it was a deserted. This was one of the used arguments to start their colonial project in Palestine. These pictures are supposed to be of Palestine from the Ottoman era. Sharing them on the Nakbah Day seems to be a suitable way to remember the people that gave life to houses, cities, and villages in Palestine; the people that got massacred, terrorized, chased out of their homes. The right of return is a right that refuses to be forgotten.