Today, over 400 people were arrested for supporting Palestine Action, a group that dismantles weapons, and can be imprisoned for up to 14 years.

The ones who drop those same weapons on us, no days in prison.

I'm so sorry to see them do this to you, you are honored here in Gaza.

I apologize for the lack of reporting. Not eating makes one weak. Most of the day, I can barely stand. As hunger deepens, Gaza’s journalists will fall silent, one by one.

Less and less will come out.

And then, in the silent abyss, we will all starve to death with our families.

I entered my tent tonight, called Muhammad on his phone to see why he's late, and while it was ringing, I remembered he wasn't alive anymore.

My best friend, my journalistic colleague, my tent partner. He wanted to be a Youtuber, not a martyr in a genocide he had to cover.

The is the last stage. Israel is inching into the north of Gaza to the point where families there, who have been steadfast for 22 months, are leaving out of fear.

They will take all of Gaza and they will kill as many of us as they can in their theft. Wake up world!

how do you not see this babygirl as your own? Why are our children less than yours? Why do we have to continue to carry our dead children to the morgue?

Do you know the pain when they ask why there's no food and you have no answer? Save us. End this madness or just kill us all.

Some nights I sleep to the sounds of explosions and pray that this is just a nightmare and I'll soon wake up.

So many people are gone, I no longer know who is alive. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve been buried alongside them, because I don’t know who I was before all of this began.

I sat with this beautiful girl today after her home was bombed. She wasn't even crying. A child so broken, even her tears have given up. The saddest sound is no sound at all, a child too hurt to cry.

Now comes the question, how do we tell her that her mother has been killed?

There is no word that explains how I feel anymore. Everyday, as a journalist, I know It could be my final day. Knowing that my family depends on me for food. Knowing the my people depend on me to cover their suffering.

This is a feeling that I would never wish on anyone.

The Israeli occupation dropped leaflets all over Gaza City to let us know that we must move or be killed. Now hundreds of thousands are moving south. Whether we move or not, they will kill us regardless.

They want our Gaza. It's been their plan ever since their "Israel" began.

Your children sleep in beds.
Our bleed to death on the streets.

We have lost count of how many little graves we've dug.

How many children do you want to kill to stop this massacre and genocide in Gaza??

We're being forced to pack our entire life and throw it on our back and to run again and again and again. Displaced endlessly.

No home. No safety. No rest. No peace of mind.

We're running in a concentration camp with nowhere left to run.

Israel kills our children with all the memories we've built together.

Israel kills our children before we even get to name them.

Today a pregnant mother was killed alongside her children and unborn fetus. He didn't even get a chance to live.

When Christmas comes around this year, I want you remember the little Palestinian girl who was killed in her holiday onesie yesterday. The world preaches love and peace while our children are massacred en masse.

I am journalist Nahed Hajjaj. I am still continuing the coverage and conveying the reality from the northern city of Gaza to the entire world. I have not and will not leave. I will remain steadfast in my city until my last breath. Please keep me in your prayers.

I see many people outside of Gaza saying the flotillas are pointless. I'm here to tell you as a journalist from Gaza that all of us here feel a sense of hope from the 50 ships coming.

We are waiting for you and if they stop you, at least you sacrificed and tried for our children

Today we got a call that the area my family was bombed. Every step i got closer, my heart sank more. Until I finally reached the building and seen that it was my family's building.

I wish this feeling on no one in the world. Save us before it's too late.

The IOF tanks are only 50 meters from Al-Shifa Hospital and I was just forced to leave right now. Most of the injured have left. Most of the doctors have left. My colleagues have left.

The hospital is almost empty. Where should these people go? End this genocide against us!

We are relieved that the genocide is now in the past. We are terrified that the grief will now have its time to settle in. How does on process this?

Thank you for not looking away from us and please do not leave us, the occupation is still in our land.

Genocide Survivor

The Shaaban family, 11 of them, were just bombed today in Wadi Al-Arais. All 11 of them were murdered.

What kind of ceasefire is this? What kind of ceasefire allows the killers to keep killing us?