I haven’t stopped caring or talking about Palestine I’ve just stopped using tumblr - I post everyday on Instagram 🇵🇸 and repost important updates from Palestinian and Muslim creators on tiktok - just incase anyone thinks I thought it was a trend I do not. Israel have now murdered over 30,000 Palestinians since October 7th. The real number is likely , terrifyingly, higher.
We are still boycotting McDonald’s, Starbucks, Barclays and Cola. Free free Palestine
happy international womens day! remember that there are palestenian women in need of feminine hygiene products! you can donate here, and the cheapest tier is 5$!
if you can't donate, reblog! doing something is better than doing nothing! remember to keep talking, keep calling and keep donating! from the river to the sea, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE!! 🇵🇸
🇵🇸❤️ Amazing energy last Saturday in Manchester once again
I love going to protests because during the week, it’s easy to feel pretty hopeless if you’re not surrounded by people talking about Palestine, Congo or Sudan or anything other than themselves. I can feel isolated but never when I’m here. We’re loud and we’re going to continue to be loud supporting Palestine, not because we pity them, not because it looks good on social media but because it’s the right thing to do. It’s the human thing to do. Free free Palestine, end the occupation now, ceasefire now 🇵🇸 keep protesting, keep boycotting and keep speaking up and be loud.
‼️🇵🇸🇬🇧PLEASE SHARE! This is not my video but I was there on Saturday - I saw how the police were acting towards peaceful protesters. It’s completely unacceptable! Every week we walk and chant and the protests are always peaceful but then the police act as if we are criminals. They’re the ones who aren’t peaceful.
Share this ! This is Manchester, St Peter’s square Saturday 10th Feb
It’s this amazing energy that keeps me going when I’m tired. We cannot give up. We have to keep boycotting, keep protesting, keep being loud. 🇵🇸❤️ Free free Palestine
I'll never forget the dad who was digging through rubble for days calling out the names of his four children.
I'll never forget the dad who was crying and putting the biscuits he went to buy his son in his lifeless little hand.
I'll never forget the dads who found out they lost their children while on duty as journalists, medics, doctors, nurses and other first responders.
I'll never forget the dad who was wailing on the ground as he held his baby boy next to his dead daughter. I'll never forget that sound.
I'll never forget the dads who have dug with bear hands trying to find their families but finding others and somehow being strong enough to keep going, to help even as their heart is breaking at their own loss.
I'll never forget the dads who were taken from their families and humiliated, stripped, blindfolded, tortured and executed. No trial. No justice.
I'll never forget the dads who have lost their children to IOF terrorists and violent settlers while waiting for their children to return home from school in the West Bank.
I'll never forget the dads who have lost everything but can still thank God, can still say with conviction, Alhamdulillah.
The dads of Palestine have tought me that the west has blinded a lot of us for a long time. I have seen their souls and their hearts and have never been more touched by people I do not know.
I'll never forget them and I won't stop calling for a permanent ceasefire or speaking up or praying for them. For their coverage, their strength, an ease to their pain, ameen.
they bombed Rafah. they bombed the ONE PLACE they said they wouldn't bomb.
while all of america was watching the super bowl ad israel created about how we're all antisemites, they bombed the refugee camps essentially in rafah. there were 1.6 MILLION innocent people. 1,600,00 people in those camps. 50 bombs. fuck israel and fuck your superbowl.