Forwarded from 🇵🇸 Automated Apartheid in Palestine
🇵🇸 Gaza ceasefire: How I survived Israel's genocidal war | Middle East Eye – January 19, 2025 by Maha Hussaini
I had come to terms with the idea that I might never reach this moment - writing an end-of-war article.
When I grabbed this laptop, one of the few things I managed to take with me while evacuating my home in Gaza City on 13 October 2023, I knew it would be used to document countless massacres - but at the time, I did not contemplate the end of this war.
Yet here I am. I have managed to survive, along with some of my fellow journalists, who endured a war that seemed intent on targeting us.
But survival has come at a cost. The meanings of life and death have shifted forever.
Via @MiddleEastEye_TG
#Palestine #Gaza #Genocide #Testimonies
I had come to terms with the idea that I might never reach this moment - writing an end-of-war article.
When I grabbed this laptop, one of the few things I managed to take with me while evacuating my home in Gaza City on 13 October 2023, I knew it would be used to document countless massacres - but at the time, I did not contemplate the end of this war.
Yet here I am. I have managed to survive, along with some of my fellow journalists, who endured a war that seemed intent on targeting us.
But survival has come at a cost. The meanings of life and death have shifted forever.
Via @MiddleEastEye_TG
#Palestine #Gaza #Genocide #Testimonies
Forwarded from 🇵🇸 Automated Apartheid in Palestine
🇵🇸 Six minutes to flee | The Electronic Intifada
What would you pack if you had six minutes to abandon everything you had ever built?
In Gaza, six minutes is not time – it’s a cruel ultimatum.
Six minutes is not enough for grieving, thinking or even breathing.
The air outside was suffocating, heavy with smoke and the stench of destruction. The ground under my feet was shaking with each bomb that fell.
The F-16s roared overhead with their deafening engines. My home, my refuge, shook violently as if it knew its end was near.
“You have six minutes. Pack your things. Run.”
The words didn’t just echo in the room; they carved through me like a blade, leaving only panic in their wake.
Six minutes. That was all I had.
Six minutes to decide which fragments of my life would follow me – and which ones would stay behind to burn...
Roaa Shamallakh is a writer and translator from Gaza.
#Gaza #Genocide #Palestine #Testimonies
What would you pack if you had six minutes to abandon everything you had ever built?
In Gaza, six minutes is not time – it’s a cruel ultimatum.
Six minutes is not enough for grieving, thinking or even breathing.
The air outside was suffocating, heavy with smoke and the stench of destruction. The ground under my feet was shaking with each bomb that fell.
The F-16s roared overhead with their deafening engines. My home, my refuge, shook violently as if it knew its end was near.
“You have six minutes. Pack your things. Run.”
The words didn’t just echo in the room; they carved through me like a blade, leaving only panic in their wake.
Six minutes. That was all I had.
Six minutes to decide which fragments of my life would follow me – and which ones would stay behind to burn...
Roaa Shamallakh is a writer and translator from Gaza.
#Gaza #Genocide #Palestine #Testimonies