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🔥 There is an international call to protest the ~~Israeli~~ occupation’s plan to execute Palestinians by hanging. ✊ The protest will be held this Saturday, May 9th at 6pm local time EVERYWHERE (wherever you live). Wear red ribbons! 🎗️ Red Ribbons Now 🎗️ 🎗️Poem by @AmyraCull🎗️ 〰️ Red ribbons now, while they are still warm, Before the gallows are given their form. 〰️ Red ribbons now, for the mothers who wait, Who grieve and dismay, awaiting their fate. 〰️ Red ribbons now, let them flood every square, Soft strips of mercy for those in despair. 〰️ Red ribbons now, before rafters creak, Before the rope leaves its wound on a cheek. 〰️ Red ribbons now, for the sons still alive, For the breath in their chests, and will to survive. 〰️ Red ribbons now, let the whole world know, These ribbons are warnings before they are rope. 〰️ Red ribbons now, let every street cry, This court has no right to decide who must die. 〰️ Red ribbons now, as a plea against time. Before red ropes hang where hearts still reside.

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2	Witnessing Gaza - Journal 12 When Broken Bodies Become a Burden It's been a month since I last wrote here. While swallowed by fever and fragility - I had gentle lights in quiet rooms, medicine, rest, clean sheets, water, and the profound luxury of peace. Yet, all through those weeks of my own chronic suffering, I kept returning to one thought: "Many people in Gaza who are sick like me, but they cannot pause to heal. They are trapped inside an ongoing genocide without access to the things I took for granted - rest, food, peace, or care." So, I want to talk about the disabled, chronically ill, elderly, and injured. Those whom this destruction traps twice over. Imagine navigating your home in a wheelchair when the ceiling falls. Picture crawling through concrete dust because the elevators are rubble now, the ramps are shattered, and the stairs have become vertical cliffs. Imagine being deaf while the warnings scream, or blind while the landscape transforms daily - familiar streets becoming canyons of debris, safe paths becoming graves. Imagine being neurodivergent with 2.5 years of no sensory relief. Think of the dialysis patients. On a schedule, blood must be cleaned or the body poisons itself. But the machines need electricity, and reliable electricity is a memory. The generators need fuel you can't even work to afford. So you sit in the dark, toxins building, calculating how many days remain. Others stand in lines for insulin that evaporated months ago, for psychiatric medication that the pharmacies no longer bother naming, or for asthma inhalers while the air itself is weaponized. I had cool water, quiet rooms, oxygen in my nose while the pneumonia ravaged my lungs. They should have these simple human dignities. We have allowed the occupation to steal the most simple human rights from Palestinians. What if your family had to bargain for medicine during a genocide? Now they have nothing but collapse & caregivers who haven't slept in 2 years. They carried the disabled & elderly through evacuation orders that mean nothing because there is nowhere safe to go. They have dementia patients wandering into streets that no longer recognize them, cancer patients counting days in tents without pain management, elderly who are incontinent or unable to walk. My heart weeps for them. Those whose bodies were already battlegrounds before the first bomb fell. Those who could not run when the soldiers came, who could not hear the warnings, and those who cognitively didn't understand the orders - so were killed for their innocence. I lose sleep at night imagining the horror of those who were left in beds because their families faced the impossible calculus of emergency survival - who do you carry when you can only carry one? I witness you & will not look away from those who cannot look away, cannot run, cannot hide. Your survival is a geography I am mapping with every word I have left. Your names may be lost to many - confused with another horror, another day, another death - but to me, you are not forgotten. I can only say that I am sorry - sorry for what the world has done. Sorry for your pain and suffering, and I am profusely sorry that my thirty days of illness ended with medicine - while your suffering has never ended. This journal begins here. I will add at least one entry from my time with Gaza each week. 🙏🙏🙏☝ AmyraCull أميرة • My Links/Info Verified Aid Requests @Libr8News • • @Libr8Chat	0
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