September 18, three weeks before the genocide, 7:44 PM

Your hair locks on your shoulder…That is prose.

As for your hair locks on my shoulder…This is poetry.

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October 8, 11:01 PM

During the American-Vietnamese war, the Vietnamese got stronger, to the extent that the American army’s leadership lost control over its forces, and chaos spread among the soldiers. They rebelled against the American military leadership, and were excessively using drugs. At that time, the American General Creighton Abrams declared: ‘I need to return this army home, to save it.’  

This moment will be achieved with one of the occupying bastard state’s leaders, and whoever remains of their army and people will return scattered to their lands of origin.

October 9, 1:34 PM

Gaza is being annihilated. It seems that we are all being targeted. Document the stories after us. Tell the world how Gaza changed the scene in two hours.

October 9, 1:41 PM

The electricity has been cut off in Gaza for days, and the internet connection comes and goes. Maybe it will also be cut off shortly. Maybe Gaza will be cut off from existence, and at that time the responsibility of telling the story will be in your hands. Tell history that Gaza defeated the most powerful country in the world, pulled its inhabitants out like sheep, displaced them, within a few minutes.

October 9, 1:49 PM

Non-stop sounds of strikes. We have never witnessed those fiery beams surrounding the houses before. The occupation was ordering residents of the outskirts to evacuate, and now the residents in central Gaza to also leave. The war is eating us up here. I am sure that soon we will be disconnected from you, and we will be alone under the fire. 

October 9, 1:58 PM

The occupation decided to tighten the siege on Gaza, cutting off electricity, water, and food. This means that if we remain alive and survive the shells, we will die from the poor quality of life and the lack of supplies. Children will die because they will not find milk, and the elderly will die because they will not find food or medicine. Countries, together, supported this humiliated army the day before yesterday, to restore an image of mightiness, at the expense of civilians. Damn this horrendous world. Damn these souls who are exporting the catastrophe to those around them.

October 9, 2:11 PM

I am writing to you, not knowing whether I will be able to write another post or not. The reaction of the defeated, humiliated army is unusual. America has supplied them with weapons like never before, and all they are doing is demolishing homes on top of residents' heads, targeting children and women, and demolishing mosques. I am writing to you amidst a war different from previous ones, and the possibility of us surviving this time seems extremely low. The strikes are intensifying on houses. People here are fading before what is happening. No one can give others safety, even a father for his young son, because he himself loses it, in these moments.

October 9, 4:08 PM

Confront the catastrophe with shouting, with your hand, with writing, with anything other than silence. History does not remember silence.

October 9, 4:22 PM

After an airstrike, I hear the sound of glass breaking inside me. I think it is hope!

October 9, 10:59 PM

It is as if we were clapping with one hand!

October 9, 11:12 PM

Humanity is at its highest level of civilization, really? I swear to God, this is a massive lie. The disgusting occupation -the worst in history- with the civilized world bearing witness, admits that it has started to deprive Gaza from water, electricity, and food, while the drugged, paid, profiteering world, does not care.

October 10, 12:23 AM

Displacing safe residents from their homes in the middle of the night is despicable. The reckless army continues its barbarism and sends eviction notices to residential blocks, housing hundreds of families in preparation to bomb them.

October 10, 11:22 PM

What is happening in the north of Gaza city is extremely terrifying. May God protect the people of the Karama area and its surroundings. 

October 11 , 6:03 AM

Gaza is not worried about its image or features, but rather its core that’s molded with ashes. This spot of land, watered by the sea, has a salty taste, but a delicious one, a pungent taste that makes you lose your ability to speak. Gaza has its unexplainable style, unportrayable, unerasable. This is what leaves its enemy helpless, gulped by its tiny area, like a cat swallowing its fear. Gaza is the worst place in the world to take a photo. Gaza is the most beautiful place for memories and longing. Gaza never cries, it floats on its tears. Gaza never screams, but manifests living through the horror of explosions. Gaza, molded by the changing clay of God, has no stillness, and no life without sacrifices. Whoever lives in Gaza knows that the place is like a child that needs to be looked after, and whoever leaves Gaza becomes infertile. 

October 11, 11:55 PM

I reckon you must do more than praying and expressing solidarity. Take to the streets and  pressure your coward rulers. Gaza, along with everyone in it, will be wiped off the map within days.

October 12, 12:08 PM

In Al-Shifa Hospital in Gaza, the bodies are lined up in the open, as the morgues cannot accommodate the large numbers of martyrs.

October 12, 12:34 PM

How grim, trying to convince the world that you are dying.

October 12, 1:45 PM

The bombing of Gaza is insane. Oh God Oh God. 

October 13, 6:51 PM

Grandpa, I inherited your story too.

I became a refugee for the second time.

October 15, 7:13 PM

Oh I miss my home

October 19, 11:00 AM

The war that never stops devouring us, so that civilization can prove its domination.

War weighs heavy.

It steps over ants, annihilates them, to pave the way for tyranny.

Oh world, we are the colonies of ants, farrago of people,

We can neither survive, nor become extinct.

All we have is opening our mouths wide to the missiles.

We are the primitives hailing from the gunpowder land.

We do not know how the sun rises, we do not know how the war sets. 

We replace our voices with screaming, to ensure that we are not dead.

We are the faded numbers, we do not need to be erased or be confirmed,

Stop inscribing on our backs: This is the emerging dead.

October 22, 6:00 PM

Drop the curtain,

Wrap Gaza in the enormous shroud,

Carry on with your cheap life,

Carry on, quietly, with your life.

October 25, 1:21 PM

They do not know that our details here grow like plants. They cannot comprehend the meaning of green on this land.

October 27, 3:55 PM

I don't know how to leave friends,

I can't end my connection to things, 

And this land is my friend

That I can’t leave,

Regardless how much it explodes in my face.

October 29, 3:30 PM

Water has become scarce here, because most desalination stations have been halted. And bread, after bombing the bakeries, is no longer available to everyone, to the point that many families stand in a long queue to get Qurshalleh. Today I met a man, who swore that he and his family had been eating biscuits for three days, as they were unable to get bread.

October 31, 5:15 PM

Oh Lord

November 1, 7:36 PM

My God, is this sorrow? And I thought, for so many years, I knew it!

November 4, 9:53 PM

The child whose mother was training him to walk,

And the ground was stolen, suddenly, right beneath his feet.

Continued stepping, and did not stop.

Hear, with me, the rhythm of his walk

See his few teeth…

The missile has not yet reached them.

November 6, 1:17 PM

Modern burial method,

Not complete bodies,

Only a pile of body parts lying under the rubble.

November 6, 8:59 PM

Lord, there are no vacant lands to bury the dead. What if You brought them back to life?

November 8, 9:57 AM

Here, with every sweet moment we create, with every hearty laugh, we sense the fear of what is coming, and our fear has always been in place.

November 13, 7:28 PM

How do you make an entire people fall out like teeth, then ask for a laugh?

November 17, 2:021 p.m

A reaching lone hand, may substitute an image of a helpless body.

November 17, 07:16 PM

Who isn’t used to hearing you, what would he do when you explode?

November 27, 7:34 p.m

Until we are home again, we feel nothing and nothing holds value. Our life is carried, thrown upwards, and in every moment, we fear it’ll fall down.

Husam was displaced to Rafah, and continues to write…