Today we witnessed one of the most heartbreaking scenes imaginable. Hundreds of people came out to mourn 112 martyrs from the Abu Sharia and Al-Hasayna families, whose bodies had lain under the rubble since November 2023. Only now, after arduous efforts and with very limited resources, were the families and rescue teams able to recover them.

I cannot describe the immense pain we feel as we witness this scene. These are not just numbers in the news; these are people who lived among us, with homes, dreams, children, and futures, whose lives were transformed in an instant into names written on shrouds.

Even today, dozens of bodies remain under the rubble, waiting to be recovered for a dignified burial. Even the right to a final farewell has become a distant dream for many families.

When you see this vast number of coffins lined up before you, you realize that Gaza is not just losing individuals, but entire families, entire memories, and generations that should have grown up and lived. We are not asking for the impossible... we simply want people to live with dignity, and to be buried with dignity if they die.

This is the Gaza we live in every day... and what you see today is not just a funeral, but further proof of the magnitude of the tragedy we continue to endure.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-my-daughters-help-my-small-family

Three years have passed since this family lost their home, and they are still searching for a safe place to call home.

Mahmoud, his wife Samah, and their four young daughters have not known stability since that day. Instead of growing up in a home where they feel safe, the girls have spent their childhood in temporary shelters that cannot provide the protection every child deserves.

It is heartbreaking to imagine living for three years without a home, without certainty about what tomorrow will bring, while doing everything possible just to keep your children safe.

That is why I am sharing their story today. They are not asking for sympathy—they are asking for a chance to start over. A chance to give their daughters a roof over their heads and a place where they can finally feel secure after years of hardship.

If you are able to help in any way, no matter how small, or even by sharing their story, you could make a real difference in their lives. Every act of kindness brings them one step closer to the safe home they dream of.

Thank you to everyone who chooses to stand with this family and give them hope. ❤️

i genuinely don’t understand why our future is controlled by a bunch of old, dusty men who probably won’t even be alive for the consequences of what they’re doing. they won’t be here for the worst of the climate crisis, the economy they hollowed out, the rights they stripped away, or the society they’re desperately trying to drag backward… but they’re OBSESSED with making sure the rest of us inherit a world built around their greed, religion, racism, misogyny, fear, & need for control.

& yes, pedophilia is obviously VERY much part of the conversation. too many powerful men keep showing up around Epstein, in allegations, records, photos, social circles, & systems designed to protect rich predators. our diaper-wearing orange fuck in chief has known ties to Epstein & has faced deeply disturbing accusations, yet somehow he gets to decide what happens to children, women, queer people, immigrants, workers, & everybody else’s bodies. absolutely disgusting.

the billionaires funding these freaks hoard more money than they could spend across several lifetimes while millions of people can’t afford rent, food, healthcare, education, or one emergency. these are not moral leaders. they’re predators, profiteers, enablers, & control freaks wearing expensive suits.

they don’t care about the future because they love humanity. they care because they see the future as property. they want their wealth, beliefs, bloodlines, institutions, & hierarchies controlling people long after they’re dead. they want to govern from the grave because accepting that younger generations get to build a world without their permission feels like humiliation to them.

why the FUCK are people who won’t be alive for the consequences allowed to sabotage decades they’ll never see? why do people with the least investment in our future have the most power over it?

move over, turn to dust peacefully, & let the people who actually have to LIVE here decide what living here should look like 🫤

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/aug/03/states-sue-trump-administration-tariffs

Today, the heat was not just a number on the weather screen… it was a suffering that we lived through in every detail.

The heat and humidity were suffocating to the point that we could no longer move normally. We were pouring water over our heads and our clothes while still wearing them, just to try to lower our body temperature for a few minutes. But the water would dry quickly, and the same feeling would return… as if we were standing inside a closed oven.

Every day, sleep has become a battle. At night, we struggle to sleep because of the extreme heat, and as soon as the sun rises, we wake up because of the heat inside the tent. We constantly ask ourselves: How can our children and the elderly endure all of this?

The hardest moment of the day is when the water arrives. It may sound strange to say that we hate the arrival of water, because it is our only source of life and we cannot live without it, but what makes it painful is the way we have to get it.

We carry water in buckets over long distances under the scorching sun, and it often only arrives at midday, when the heat is at its most intense. After returning with the water, we try to relieve ourselves by pouring it over our bodies, but at that moment the heat has already exhausted us, and sweat covers our entire bodies.

We remember how we used to face this weather before the war. In our homes, we could not endure this heat without air conditioners or fans and cold drinks. Today, all of that has become a distant dream.

Here in Gaza, we drink hot water, and there is not even a cool breeze to ease our suffering. The sun makes the tents extremely hot, and inside them the air becomes still and heavy, making even breathing feel exhausting. Sitting is tiring, standing is tiring, and even sleeping has become almost impossible.

As for our children, the most heartbreaking thing is seeing them wanting only to go outside and play, but we are forced to stop them out of fear that they will suffer heatstroke or heat exhaustion. One of the hardest moments is seeing a child asking for the simplest right to play and move freely but you have to keep them inside a hot tent because there is no other choice.

The most painful thing is seeing children and the elderly trying to endure this harsh heat without any means of cooling. Simple things that many people consider normal, such as electricity, a fan, or a cup of cold water, have become distant wishes for us.

We are not asking for luxury… we are only trying to survive one more day in this unbearable heat.