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“Palestinian Prisoners’ Club:

With the advent of the holy month of Ramadan, more than 9,100 Palestinian prisoners in occupation prisons face a policy of starvation and deprivation from practicing religious rituals.

The Prisoners’ Club added in a statement that the starvation policy worsened in an unprecedented way after October 7th, as a result of a number of measures it imposed, including closing the so-called prisoners' cantina, confiscating the prisoners' remaining food supplies, and reducing meals; the food provided to them was poor in quantity and quality, which affected their fate, especially the sick, and contributed to the worsening of their health conditions. The throwing of thousands of detainees after October 7th into cells without providing food also contributed to the worsening of the starvation policy.

The starvation policy constituted the most dangerous policy imposed by the occupation after October 7th, in addition to torture and abuse, which affected all male and female prisoners, as well as detained children, and caused them health problems, specifically in the digestive system, in addition to the weight loss that all prisoners suffer from today.

The Prisoners’ Club continued that the issue of food appeared in the prisoners' testimonies as a prominent and fundamental issue over the past period. In addition to the poor quantity and quality of food provided by the prison administration, it deliberately brings food that is not cooked well, and in some detention centers and camps, specifically affiliated with the army administration, such as ‘Etzion,’ some expired canned food was provided to detainees.

Depriving prisoners of the practice of religious rituals.

In addition to the starvation policy, the prison administration deprived prisoners of the call to prayer, and of congregational prayer, even inside the cells. Prisoners were subjected to attacks many times after trying to perform prayer, or even read the Qur’an in a clear voice. Also, in many prisons, most notably the Naqab, the Qur’an was confiscated from prisoner’s in the first period after the aggression [on Gaza], the prisoners also face difficulty in performing ablution due to the reduction of water provided to them.

In light of the unprecedented state of collective isolation imposed on prisoners, stripping them of any means of communication with the outside world, including radios and the limited television stations that were available to them before October 7th, thousands of them have difficulty even knowing prayer times inside the cells.

How did poor food lead to the martyrdom of the detainee Mohammed Ahmed Al-Sabbar?

Martyr and administrative detainee Mohammed Ahmed Al-Sabbar’s case, was one of the most prominent cases linked to the policy of starvation and the poor quality of food provided to him. Since before his arrest, Mohammed had suffered from intestinal problems and needed special food in addition to health check-ups, and the entirety of his food being legumes caused major bloating in his intestines, which led to a worsening of his health condition and his martyrdom on February 8th, and to this day the occupation continues to detain his body.

The occupation practices humiliation and starvation against detainees.

It’s worth mentioning, in light of the occupation’s continued implementation of the crime of enforced kidnappings of Gaza detainees, there is not sufficient information available about the food provided to them as part of the conditions of their detention, but in light of the testimonies that came out of those who were released, they confirmed that they suffered from the policy of starvation, deliberately humiliating them to get food.

We also point out that among what was reported by prisoners released from prisons, is that the prison administration asks Gaza detainees to ‘bark’ when bringing meals.

The number of prisoners in the occupation prisons is more than 9,100, including 3,558 administrative detainees, about 200 children, and 61 female prisoners.”

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An Excerpt from the Aberdeen Bestiary

I've started preparing the bestiaryposting, and have encountered one entry that doesn't really fit into what we're doing. Not only is it one of the longest entries, but instead of "let me tell you about this animal", it's taking more of a "we all already know about this animal, so I'm going to share some stories about specific ones" approach. But out of a sense of completionism, I can't just not post it, so here you go.

Dog

The Latin name for the dog, canis, seems to have a Greek origin. For in Greek it is called cenos, although some think that it is called after the musical sound, canor, of its barking, because when it howls, it is also said to sing, canere. No creature is more intelligent than the dog, for dogs have more understanding than other animals; they alone recognise their names and love their masters.

There are many kinds of dogs: some track down the wild beasts of the forests to catch them; others by their vigilance guard flocks of sheep from the attacks of wolves; others as watch-dogs in the home guard the property of their masters lest it be stolen by thieves at night and sacrifice their lives for their master; they willingly go after game with their master; they guard his body even when he is dead and do not leave it. Finally, their nature is that they cannot exist without man.

Also of the nature of dogs

We read that dogs have such great love for their masters, as when King Garamentes was caught by his enemies and taken into captivity, two hundred dogs went in formation through enemy lines and led him back from exile, fighting off those who resisted them. When Jason [Licio] was killed, his dog rejected food and died of starvation. The dog of King Lysimachus threw itself in the flame when its master's funeral pyre was lit and was consumed by fire along with him. When Apius and Junius Pictinius were consuls, a dog that could not be driven away from its master, who had been condemned, accompanied him to prison; when, soon afterwards, he was executed, it followed him, howling. When the people of Rome, out of pity, caused it to be fed, it carried the food to its dead master's mouth. Finally, when its master's corpse was thrown into the Tiber, the dog swam to it and tried to keep it from sinking.

When a dog picks up the track of a hare or a deer and comes to a place where the trail divides or to a junction splitting into several directions, it goes to the beginning of each path and silently reasons with itself, as if by syllogism, on the basis of its keen sense of smell. 'Either the animal went off in this direction,' it says,'or that, or certainly it took this turning.’

Again on the nature of dogs

Often, also, when a murder has been committed, dogs have produced clear evidence of the guilt of the accused, with the result that their unspoken testimony is for the most part believed. They say that at Antioch, in a distant quarter of the city at dusk, a man was murdered, who had his dog with him on a lead. A soldier had been the perpetrator of the deed, with robbery as his motive. Undercover of the growing darkness, he fled elsewhere. The corpse lay unburied; the crowd of onlookers was large; the dog stayed at its master's side, howling over his sad fate. It happened that the man who had committed the crime, acting confidently in order to convince people of his innocence - such is the cunning way in which men think- joined the circle of onlookers and, feigning grief, approached the corpse. Then the dog, briefly abandoning its doleful lament, took up the arms of vengeance, seized the man and held him, and, softly singing a pitiful song, as in the epilogue of a tragedy, moved everyone to tears; and the fact that the dog held that man alone, of the many that were there, and did not let him go, lent weight to its case. In the end, the murderer was at a loss because the evidence in the case was so plain; he could not clear himself by objecting that he was the victim of anyone's hate, enmity, envy or spite, and he could no longer rebut the charge. Because it was very difficult for him, he suffered punishment, because he could offer no defence.

A dog's tongue, licking a wound, heals it. A dog's way of life is said to be wholly temperate. A puppy's tongue is generally a cure for internal injuries. It is characteristic of a dog that it returns to its vomit and eats it again. If a dog swims across a river carrying a piece of meat or anything of that sort in its mouth, and sees its shadow, it opens its mouth and in hastening to seize the other piece of meat, it loses the one it was carrying.

In some ways preachers are like dogs: by their admonitions and righteous ways they are always driving off the ambushes laid by the Devil, lest he seize and carry off God's treasure - Christian souls. As the dog's tongue, licking a wound, heals it, the wounds of sinners, laid bare in confession, are cleansed by the correction of the priest. As the dog's tongue heals man's internal wounds, the secrets of his heart are often purified by the deeds and discourse of the Church's teachers. As the dog is said to be temperate in its ways, the man who is set over others diligently studies wisdom and must avoid drunkenness and gluttony in every way, for Sodom perished in a surfeit of food. Indeed, there is no quicker way for the Devil, his enemy, to take possession of man than through his greedy gullet. The dog returning to its vomit signifies those who, after making their confession, heedlessly return to wrongdoing. The dog leaving its meat behind in the river, out of desire for its shadow, signifies foolish men who often forsake what is theirs by right out of desire for some unknown object; with the result that, while they are unable to obtain the object of their desire, they needlessly lose what they have given up.

Some dogs are called licisici, wolf-hounds, because they are born of wolves and dogs, when by chance these mate. In India bitches are tethered at night in the forests to breed with wild tigers, by whom they are mounted, producing very fierce dogs, so strong that with their grip they can pull down lions.

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Snapetober Day 4 - Home

Based on this engrossing article I was reading a few days ago whose thesis centers around the idea that the major flaw in Dumbledore's plan was refusing to tell Severus about the Elder Wand, to give him a chance at a future life free from spiritual burden. It's a really emotional read which uncovers many beautiful symbolic parallels - highly recommend it!

August, 1998

“They look better, my boy. I’m sure they will fade eventually.”

Severus did not reply. He wasn’t looking at the portrait, or at anything, really: there was nothing in that damned office he wished to see even a minute longer. Anything related to this place made him feel nauseous. Disgusted.

The painting, above him, cleared his throat.

“And what are you planning to do now, Severus?” The painted Dumbledore peered at him carefully, lowering his head slightly. “You are very young still. You have your whole life in front of you.”

Still, no reply.

“I have made some arrangements”, Albus continued hesitantly, his tone humble. “Funding. For your research.”

“You have what?” Severus snapped.

None of the surrounding portraits uttered the slightest protest at this tone, clearly used to Severus' colourful, and often justified, outbursts: it was a testimony to the long-established, tumultuous relationship between the Slytherin and former headmaster.

“I figured this is what you’d like to do”, Albus replied tentatively. “More experiments - publications. You could stay at Hogwarts, too: take whatever post you’d like. Or simply remain in your quarters, on research leave -”

“I don’t want your money, Dumbledore”, Severus cut acidly.

The man in the portrait clasped his hands compulsively.

He was nervous, it seemed.

A strange development.

“Severus, it was not my intention-”

“Why didn’t you tell me about the Elder Wand, Albus? You could have. It would have made everything easier. Less precarious. It was the flaw in your plan, you knew it - or rather, when your plans went awry, sharing that knowledge would have allowed us to correct them. Why... didn’t you tell me?”

There was a short pause, during which Dumbledore, for a rare few seconds, seemed at a loss for words.

“You were to become its master”, the old man eventually replied, slowly. “I did not wish you to be burdened with this. You deserved a fresh start in life, free from the weight of such a deadly instrument.”

The younger man’s facial muscles contracted. He closed his eyes, and Dumbledore dared not speak again.

“You put everything, everything at risk, so that I could live on without – but I was to live without you, wasn’t I? Having killed you, and lied for you, and given everything to you - but you, you couldn’t put your damn feelings aside, what you ask of others you cannot do yourself – and you expect me to accept this, to take back a job here, to go on? You dare look at me and talk to me about a life – do you know how many died?”

This time, it was he who was looking at the portrait, and the portrait that was looking away.

After all these years, shame had finally changed sides.

“I can never forgive you for this, Dumbledore”, Severus said quietly. “Never”.

A pause.

“I understand.”

Could portraits cry, too?

“I just wanted… I wanted to give you a real home here after everything, Severus", the painting whispered. "A safe home. No charge, no duty - just a home.”

Severus turned on his heel. He couldn't - he just couldn't.

But at the threshold, he stopped, his hand on the door handle. He closed his eyes again, breathing in and then out: something was happening. He welcomed the feeling; he examined it carefully.

Coming from the bottom of his soul, a wave of relief rushed over the farthest corners of his inner self, extinguishing the cold fury that had, a moment before, threatened to burst out with brutish strength. His gaze remained fixated on the handle.

This was the last time, he realised.

The last time.

He looked back.

“This was never my home, Albus. You of all people should know that.”

And he left, and the painted eyes followed his silhouette until it disappeared, they lingered where he had stood. Their bearer, though not quite alive, felt something akin to grief spread in his chest; and he looked and looked and kept looking at the staircase where Severus had gone, muttering to himself quietly, obsessively: can you ever forgive me for loving you so?

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Minerva watched silently as he came down the staircase, a curtain of black hair hiding his face.

Severus had asked her to wait for him here; to listen to what he had to say.

His gaze met hers. He nodded.

It was rather strange, and he refused to confront the fact as of now, but since the war had ended, he felt… weak. Scared. Fragile.

Lost, too.

He also felt, and that was not a paradox, revengeful. He had not found in him the strength to confront Albus one more time without the knowledge that Minerva was near, for some stupid or cowardly reason - but it had also felt strangely satisfying to know, as he was speaking with the man, that she was there, very near, that she could hear it all.

That there were no more secrets; that Albus was the only one to not know she was here.

She smiled at him encouragingly, but he did not smile back. She climbed a few steps and reached out to him, pressing his hand into hers for a second.

“You did well.”

“I lied to him.”

“It is your right.”

“I mean – I lied to him, when I said Hogwarts is not my home. I think it is. Despite everything.”

Because a home could be unsafe; it could let you down, repeatedly; it could turn against you, watch you lose yourself and drown almost completely, and yet be the only homely place you've ever known.

When fear, threat and loneliness become a habit, they start to bring comfort, too.

Slowly, with movements that could only be described as motherly, Minerva pulled him in a tight embrace. She felt his body relax, and she held him tighter still, vaguely hoping that the longer this lasted, the more relief she could bring him.

“It is time for you to leave home, Severus. It is time for you to breathe.”

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˙✧˖ March 4th: Wanderlust

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SYNOPSIS: Wanderlust; a lust for wandering. WORDCOUNT: 1.1K WARNINGS: Sexual innuendos, Cursing, a little degradation?

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He had a garden.

Underloved but overgrown. Sat on the southernmost side of the house, curled between fruit trees that dripped abundance. Sagging branches with succulent flesh. She hadn't wanted to overstep – had no chance to establish boundaries before the man had disappeared. But, she loathed to leave anything in wait.

Gluttoning herself on pears and apricots, their sticky residue tracing routes of evidence to her collarbones; down her wrists. Stones sat piled in a facsimile pyramid, cores tossed into the dirt. Laden in her stomach, she felt drunk off the sugar and sunshine.

She was in a new pair of night clothes; a cotton chemise that stopped just before her knees. Proper despite the lecherous staining. It would have to be washed, scrubbed clean of the sensuality. The bottom, her ass, was most likely stained from the dirt beneath her. Rich and moist, fertile in every way.

In the span of a hundred hours, she had shed some sleuthing layer of herself. Skinning off time in exchange of a carcass dripping in currents. Sure, arguably the sun could dictate her comings and goings, but it had yet to cinder unprotected tranquillity.

This coastal paradise, a possibility beyond imagination. If she hadn't been dripping in her testimony of existence, she would have thought this was a dream. It felt hazy like one, under smoke mirrors and pungent cravings; all made earthly. Like some advertised escape, teetering on the edge of delirium but with the promise of rejuvenation. Except, she had no reason to return.

If it would be like this – quiet and lonesome – she would fit in with the pattern. Dust motes passing could barely hold a candle to her effect.

Of course, she did have responsibilities. Had to make money in some way or another, had to pay her tithe to the church of reality. But, Aelin amended, she could find a way to remove that constraint – those chains – while not suffering a desperate loss. Something with no way back.

She would have to speak to Rowan, first, though.

Standing on legs like a fawns, she gathered the seeds and kept them in her grasp. She would drop them in arbitrary places. See her presence in full bloom, eventually.

Making her way down to the shoreline, tossing stones and giggling at the noise of a ricochet. Closer to the water, the sounds were overwhelmed by the maw of oddity. Cool and vast, stones forgotten, Aelin toed her way into the water. The foam by the edge curled around sunkissed ankles and up to bruised knees. Deeper and deeper, cutting off synapses and blinding tactility. It took all of one choked breath before she was submerged, diving into obscurity.

Air was ripped from her lungs.

Currents rolled and crashed, twining together in a dance she had no understanding of the steps to. Pliable, she rolled with the water, eyes shut out. She felt hair and cotton. She felt immemorial gashes of land, their mark interrupted with her presence; her fleeting pressure bruising into lonely sands.

Spun around, lashing out like a shout, the water reigned absolute over her. It was a pounding, a thud thud thud on a door that should have stayed closed. There was a tightness, a burning, deep in viscera and flesh. Life force ripped from marrow. Elbows cracked on rocks, skin split on reef decay. Her body bent to the will of a beast.

Out, her mind chanted. Humming in the back of her skull. Out. Out, out, out!

Eyelids hung with weights and mouth sewn shut in promise, there was no survival instinct. Aelin could have laughed at her lack of care – how dare she challenge what could not be contained? Maybe, maybe, she could swim to the surface, strain worn muscles and atrophied wants. But it felt nicer, calmer, down where that light did not reach. She would let it–

Air came quickly.

“Up! Breathe!” Hacking drowned out shouts; drowned out water; drowned out… the man? “Breathe, woman! Goddammit!”

The world spun, a flashing slideshow of colour. Knees clacking together and hands tightening around linen. Tighter, tighter, tightening–

“Breathe.” Prayer and condemnation wrapped into a weather-worn shore. “In…yeah, there ya go. Good girl. Keep breathing. Right–” Adjusting steel band arms, shifting her around–

“Stop,” Croaking out, her voice came like rusted nails up her throat. She had to cough again, a loud ugly sound. Wrapped up in phlegm and bile. “Let– let go… of me. Ple–”

“No.” Final. Crashing, sinking, ruining.

They were moving. Large legs splashed water in all directions, careless and intentional encased in one. The arm that was a band around her waist hand moved up, up to her shoulders. Casing in rib cages and fluttering heartbeats. Careful placement left his hand North of where she ached. The other tucked under lacerated calves. Body warm, trickling into her head. Fuzzy now, moreso than when she was drowning. A humming and a clicking and a raging. Frame of marble and corded with need, his breaths came out hurried. Tracing over the crown of her head, light ghosting of another human. Her head could roll back, lean into the crevice of his arm, look up at her saviour.

But the hammering of his heart kept her gaze pinned to the horizon.

“I wrote…” Scoffing, a cruel noise, “The currents at night are vicious. Fuck. Why would you do that?”

Through addled thoughts, her mind was back in her bedroom. The novel she had plucked from between couch cushions – currently flattering said note.

“I-”

They were on shore now. She felt the change, the brief unsteadiness before the man readjusted his weight across the sand. Her head spun; from the drowning or the scent of sun-worn skin. He was saying something, rocks falling and skies crashing. Voice honeyed and stabbing, flaying across her nerves.

She landed on her feet with enough force to rock her brain in its encasing; blinding pain. He had dropped her.

Stood like a wet dog, dripping in guilt, melting in shame. Falling apart under some unknown desire. She was facing the man. This invisible figure that ran along capillaries like a scalding kiss. She was so sure her shock poured out in viscous waves – stronger than what had nearly taken her victim.

“Stupid woman,” he growled. Animal and all.

Indignance spilled from blue lips, jumping at opposition. Stopping short as they tumbled from a gaping mouth. Rolling into sand and forgotten in rapture.

She had been so sure that desire could be separated from axons, from cells and neurons. From eyes. Stood in front was what snapped surety, crippling it in its fist like a most fragile cut of crystal. Jagged and fine. Nothing like who she thought she saw, and unlike what she knew. Rowan existed like catastrophe made man; it had only taken the ocean to shape that.

Eyes that held torrential powers wavered, moments ago seeing through her, drifting now to see her.

Cotton chemise and sun-bleached hair.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

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by Troy O. Fritzhand

The hostages released by Hamas over the past four days as part of a temporary ceasefire with Israel suffered severe weight loss during their captivity in Gaza, according to preliminary health reports.

Israel’s Health Ministry found that initial assessments showed the hostages, seized by Hamas during the Palestinian terror group’s Oct. 7 massacre across southern Israel, lost an average of 17-33 pounds in seven weeks, Hebrew media outlets reported.

News of the initial assessments came as the first testimonies from the released captives and their families revealed the hostages’ diet was minimal, consisting mainly of bread, rice, and in some cases canned food.

The weight loss was especially striking given that many of the hostages who were released and received medical assessments — all women and children — were little kids, including toddlers, and the elderly in their 70s and 80s.

One of the hostages, 84-year-old Elma Avraham, has been hospitalized in serious condition since her release on Sunday. The hospital said on Tuesday that her condition had improved.

The now-former captives have reported that alongside the poor diet and lack of medication, some were forced to sleep on plastic chairs in small rooms guarded by heavily-armed terrorists. Child hostages were also subjected to threats and psychological abuse, according to relatives. In one case, a 12-year-old boy was beaten by Palestinian civilians, his aunt said.

Palestinian terrorists led by Hamas kidnapped over 240 people as hostages and brought them back to Gaza during their Oct. 7 onslaught, in which they murdered more than 1,200 people, mostly civilians. Israel responded with a military campaign of air strikes and ground operations seeking to destroy Hamas in Gaza, the Palestinian enclave ruled by the terror group.

Since the truce between both sides started on Friday, Hamas has released 69 hostages — 50 Israeli women and children, as well as 19 foreigners, mainly Thai farmworkers. In return, Israel has released 150 prisoners from its jails, all women and teenagers, detained for violent crimes or terrorism.

The four-day ceasefire in Gaza, initially set to expire on Monday, has been extended by at least two extra days to allow for the release of more hostages.

Israel has decried clips of Israeli hostages waving goodbye to Hamas terrorists during their release as propaganda, urging the public not to buy the forced act.

Hamas-affiliated media on Monday released a letter supposedly written by Danielle Aloni, an Israeli mom freed from captivity, praising the terrorists for their “extraordinary humanity” towards her 5-year-old daughter, Emilia. Relatives warned the public not to believe the letter, similarly dismissing it as propaganda.

While most reports have focused on the hostages’ physical health, it is unclear how captivity will impact their mental health after experiencing such trauma.

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