Until this morning (Friday, December 16, 2016), approximately 8 buses carrying about 7500 civilians from Eastern Aleppo to either government backed Western Aleppo or also besieged Idlib. Now the the, the ceasefire, peace deal, AND evacuations HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY SUSPENDED by Russia and the Syrian regime. This was after a deal reached on all sides that in exchange for evacuating Eastern Aleppo, militants (known as Fateh al-Sham) would allow 29 buses into two villages they’ve seized to transport the wounded.
However, Iran-backed Lebanese Hezbollah militants OPENED FIRE on the ninth convoy of Aleppo evacuees and has taken 800 HOSTAGES. The Syrian regime then demanded that the evacuation processes be halted, demanded the Int’l Red Cross to leave Eastern Aleppo, and shelling and bombardment HAVE BEGAN AGAIN in Eastern Aleppo. There are approximately 65,000 residents still held in that part of the city.
All communication has been cut and now we face a media blackout from Eastern Aleppo. Last communications were distress calls that confirmed Assad, Russia, and Iranian backed militias have resumed their assault on Aleppo.
We have been unable to communicate properly with anyone under siege from Eastern Aleppo. Seized convoy buses and hostages have reported horrors from Hezbollah militias. They are purposely rounding up men and male children, in front of their wives and mothers, and killing them in mass executions. Women are being kidnapped, raped, tortured, threatened with their husbands or children, and being sent back to besieged Eastern Aleppo. Some of these women have committed suicide (in some cases along with their children) in order to avoid the war crimes against them after their husbands are killed or taken away.
The peace deal has collapsed. We are back to square one. Aleppo residents and evacuees are either facing heavy bombardment and attacks in a blockaded city with no escape or facing amongst the worst crimes against humanity by militias and the regime as hostages seized in these convoys. The Red Crescent has expressed absolute shock at the deterioration of the ceasefire and evacuation deal. As of now, Eastern Aleppo and their evacuees are back to facing the horrors equivalent of the ones they faced earlier this week.
Once again, humanity and the international community has failed us. We are being butchered by our own government and its allies. The worst war crimes and violations of human rights are being committed against the most powerless people in the world. Please help. Continue to spread the word.
*NOTE: This post will be updated whenever I get new updates or anything urgent occurs. When reblogging, go back to the original post/blog to ensure that you are getting the most updated version of events.*
You dont have to be neither Syrian or Muslim to feel their pain you only need to be Human !
Aleppo, Syria in the past 8 days :
260 airstrikes,110 artillery strikes
18 missiles 86 bombs.
217 men, women and child were killed and it goes on …
Everyday Russian and govrn military airstrikes pound rebel-held areas of Aleppo which is one of the oldest cities in the world.
Airstrikes are hitting every home of innocent families, Every hospital full of childern and patients and even the food and vegetables markets which are always crowded with women and childern.
The first pic is about a girl crying infront of her mother’s body after she had been killed of an airstrike .
The world is being so blind and so silent.
Where’s the damn humanity where are the damn human rights ????
Please reblog this to let the world know whats going on in Aleppo.
Pray for Aleppo
it always confuses me when superman gets drawn burlier than batman. i mean we dance around it but superman is basically super strong due to space magic. he could be a weedy lil string bean and he’d still be able to lift a bus. i’m not saying the muscles don’t help, or that he doesn’t probably have magic space muscles. i’m just saying, all of batman’s strength is muscle-dependant. he has no space magics. in my head he is the more burly of the two just out of necessity. i know he’s kind of got the gymnast thing going on but like. i imagine bruce wayne as more barrel-y and clark kent as more dorito-y. i don’t know why i’m telling you this except that i’m dealing with the realization that this is not the standard assumption.
“The flame first lit here in Athens never died. It was ultimately nurtured by a great Enlightenment. It was fanned by America’s founders, who declared that ‘We, the People’ shall rule; that all men are created equal and endowed by our Creator with certain inalienable rights…The basic longing to live with dignity, the fundamental desire to have control of our lives and our future, and to want to be a part of determining the course of our communities and our nations—these yearnings are universal. They burn in every human heart.” —President Obama speaking in Athens, Greece, the birthplace of democracy. Follow along with the trip: go.wh.gov/POTUSabroad
me: *hasn’t done a spell in months, doesn’t remember the last time I’ve cleansed my crystals, grimoire collecting dust, tarot cards mixed in with cards against humanity*
me: *burns incense*
me: i am the embodiment of Nature
Gather around my children and you shall hear of the most terrible, most implacable, most improbable friends ever met by our people. They came from the third planet of a tiny system, surrounded by desolate space. Not one sentient species for hundreds of lightyears, and they managed to propel themselves into space.
We watched from afar as they developed slowly. We watched as they warred among themselves, brutal and savage. We watched as they rendered regions of their planet uninhabitable to themselves, a hardy species able to adapt to even the most hostile of environments. We watched as suddenly and without warning they united under four banners, the rest falling by the wayside. We watched as they expanded into what we had begun to use as a buffer zone, to allow these humans to burn themselves out in.
But they did not burn themselves out. Despite their warring among themselves. Harsh people. Humankind is a race of warriors, do not be fooled by the eloquence of their diplomats. In their own words, “All diplomacy is a continuation of war by other means”. Their greatest artists and philosophers were born from blood and conflict. I had the privilege once to view a painting by one Pablo Picasso, entitled Guernica. It was a savage piece, with not a drop of color. It showed the horrors of war, and the irony of it all was that the painting hung in the office of one of humankind’s generals.
It was sudden, when they burst from the containment zone. When they realized they were not alone. And we, with heavy hearts, prepared to fight them bitterly and to the last. Imagine then, our surprise when humanity embraced us among the stars as long lost brothers. They were overjoyed to discover they were not alone in the darkness. Despite their brutal and warlike culture, despite their glorification of death and violence, their people do not seek out combat. An ancient general of theirs once put it thusly “Although a soldier by profession, I have never felt any sort of fondness for war, and I have never advocated it, except as a means of peace”.
For centuries humanity worked to better itself. They unified under a single Interstellar Empire, the Empire of Man, the Human Empire, however you called it. They enjoyed art and music. They became leisurely at home, exploratory in the field. Their weapons of war were long gone, beaten into plowshares as they say. Humanity was finally at peace. There was no conflict among them, a few border skirmishes for certain, and they kept a small standing military, but nothing more than that. We considered them domesticated.
At first we were surprised at their transformation, then overjoyed. We welcomed them into the fold of the cosmos, embraced them as they would embrace us. We thought we knew humanity then, that we had seen them at their best and their worst. We were wrong, so very wrong. We did not truly understand humanity until the Texar-Hakara came into the void between the stars.
Seemingly more brutal, more bloodthirsty than even the humans, they swept into our region of space like conquerors. They smashed whatever feeble resistance the Yungling managed to put up, took their planets, enslaved the survivors, and pressed on. The Junti were next, utterly destroyed. The four great races left, ourselves, the Itaxa, the Kukrama, and the Illnaa, banded together to try and stop them. In our arrogance, we did not include the humans in our pact. Too few in number, too weak in frame, too backwards in technology we thought.
The Texar-Hakara hit our borders like the great wave that sweeps life from the beach. We hardened our hearts and prepared for the worst. Seeming without pause they crushed our border defenses. They obliterated the first fleets we sent to them. The Itaxa fell to the Texar-Hakara, enslaved, killed, scattered to the corners of the galaxy. Then the humans sent us an offer, a request really. They asked to fight alongside us.
Bemused, we accepted. What else could we do? Deny them the right to fight with us for their very survival? We thought to assign them as rearguards, to ferry our people to safety after our fleets fell. We thought wrong.
Humanity swept into the stars with a fury unmatched by any other. Their fleets were not the heaviest. Their guns not the most accurate. Their soldiers however. Their sailors. Their warriors were unmatched by any others in the cosmos. I remember the first battle in which the humans fought the Texar-Hakara like it was but a single solar cycle ago. Our forces were on the brink of breaking and fleeing. Our ships were gutted ruins. Our fighters exhausted and out of missiles. Then humanity fell upon the flank of the enemy, and the full force of the Human Empire was unleashed in a single moment of utter fury. Landing craft spat across the distance in an instant, slamming into enemy hulls and disgorging humanity’s greatest weapon, their Marines. In close combat humanity is unstoppable, and so they took the vast distances of space combat out of the equation.
Their ships belched fire and plasma. Lasers crossed the vast distances in the blink of an eye. Half the Texar-Hakaran fleet was obliterated in minutes. The other half turned to face this new enemy, only to be wracked by internal explosions as the Marines did their work. Their greatest ships turned on the rest of the fleet, a handful of humans holding the bridge against waves of enemy attackers to turn the tide of battle.
The Interstellar War came to a screeching turnaround. The advance of the Texar-Hakara halted, like it had hit an immovable wall. In many ways that is what humanity is, an immovable, implacable wall. Then, with the ferocity humanity is alone capable of, they routed the Texar-Hakara. Not from that lone battle. They pushed them out of Itaxa space, liberating the slaves. The space of the Junti and the Yungling was swept clear of invaders. Then the Texar-Hakara committed the gravest of sins in humanity’s eyes. They warped a fleet to Earth, jewel of humanity’s empire. They burned that blue and green world. They destroyed it, and the trillion people it housed.
Humanity is a forgiving race my children. Even their most terrible of wars have resulted in lasting friendships between nations. When they left millions dead and broken on the muddly fields of their world, they rebuilt the aggressors. They raised them from the mud, dusted them off, and welcomed them back into the fold. But there is one thing that humanity cannot, will not, tolerate. It is abhorrent to them my children. To strike at their home, to strike where they raise their young ones. Where they leave their mates and non combatants. To strike there is to raise the ire of the human race, truly.
Humanity raged. Their attempts at obtaining the surrender of the Texar-Hakara halted. The war turned from a righteous war of liberation to a furious and hateful war of retribution. We begged the humans to stop, to leave what few planets the Texar-Hakara had alone. Our pleas went unanswered for months, until a single human ambassador came to us. His face was cold and emotionless. He told us, in no uncertain terms, that the Texar-Hakara had doomed themselves and that any trying to aid them would suffer the same fate. Quietly we watched then, as humanity wiped the Texar-Hakara from the stars. The Texar-Hakara pleaded for mercy. They offered their unconditional surrender. They came to us and begged on bent knee for us to reign in the mad dogs we had unwittingly unleashed into the universe. Humanity had for so long repressed their warrior culture. Tried to become better. Then we had given them back into the fires of war, and humanity had awakened it’s warrior past.
The Texar-Hakara ambassadors were taken from our halls by grim human Marines and thrust out airlocks. Finally there was but one planet left, and we came to the humans, we pointed to our own losses, our own dead friends some of whom had lived for longer than humanity had been among the stars, and we begged the humans not to take the last of the Texar-Hakara’s lives.
I watched, children, I watched as the Texar-Hakara’s world burned. As humanity left but one of their planets alive, a simple backwater colony of no more than ten million. Ten million, out of the trillions. Then the leader of the human military turned to me, and with no emotion in his voice, told me that humanity accepted the unconditional surrender of the Texar-Hakara, and walked off the bridge of my ship.
My children, the lesson here is that a warrior past is never truly gone. Only buried, mayhaps even wiped from living memory. But gone? Never. Humanity showed us that.