Common Palestinian Symbols

Common Palestinian symbols

[ID: The first tweet out of a thirteen tweet thread by the user, @carstairsbur with the displayed name,"Nia FREE 🍉". The tweet says,"Why do we use watermelons as a symbol for Palestine? Why do people wear that white cloth with black designs called the Keffiyah? Why are the olive trees a symbol of fertility, growth and strength?

A thread of Palestinian symbols you may have seen around!". END ID]
[ID: The second tweet out of a thirteen tweet thread by the user, @carstairsbur with the displayed name,"Nia FREE 🍉" 

The tweet says,"Keffiyah. The garment, originally used to protect individuals across the Middle East against the sun, gained popularity during the Arab Revolt against British colonial rule in the 1930s. Today, the keffiyeh has been adopted globally by activists to support the Palestinian cause.". Below the tweet is an image. END ID]
[ID: A keffiyeh, also spelled kuffiya, is a square-shaped cotton headdress with a distinctive chequered pattern worn in many parts of the Arab world.
The black-and-white variant, worn by Palestinian men and women, has come to symbolise the Palestinian struggle for self-determination, justice and freedom.

The olive-leaves pattern represents perseverance, strength and resilience.
The fishnet pattern represents Palestinian fishers and the people’s connection to the Mediterranean.
The bold pattern represents trade routes with neighbouring merchants of Palestine. END ID]
[ID: The third tweet of an thirteen tweet thread by the user, @carstairsbur with the displayed name,"Nia FREE 🍉"

The tweet says,"The Olive trees. The trees can handle drought, subzero temperatures, frost and even fire. They are symbolic of Palestinian resilience against Israeli occupation and their connection to the land. Olive cultivation plays a crucial role in the Palestinian economy through olive oil," The text is cut.

Below the tweet is an image. END ID]
[ID: If the olive trees knew the hands that planted them, their oil would become tears"

The olive tree has deep historical and cultural roots in Palestine, and its branches have been associated with peace and prosperity for centuries.
The hardy trees can handle drought, subzero temperatures, frost and even fire. They are symbolic of Palestinian resilience against Israeli occupation and their connection to the land.

Olive cultivation plays a crucial role in the Palestinian economy through olive oil, table olives and soap production.

About 80,000 to 100,000 Palestinian families rely on the olive harvest for their income, which takes place every year between October and November. Traditionally, the harvest season is a time of festivities and joy, but tight Israeli restrictions and settler attacks overshadow it. END ID]
[ID: The fourth tweet out of a thirteen tweet thread by the user, @carstairsbur with the displayed name,"Nia FREE 🍉"

The tweet says the rest of the cut sentence, "table olives and soap production. According to the UN, more than 5,000 olive trees belonging to Palestinians in the West Bank were destroyed in the first five months of 2023." END ID]
[ID: The fifth tweet out of a thirteen tweet thread by the user, @carstairsbur with the displayed name,"Nia FREE 🍉"

The tweet says,"The Key of Return. In 1948, Zionist military forces expelled at least 750,000 Palestinians from their homes and lands in what became known as the Nakba (“catastrophe” in Arabic). Those people took their keys with them, sure they would return. Many Palestinians still hold onto the." It is cut again. Below the tweet is an image. END ID]
[ID: In 1948, Zionist military forces expelled at least 750,000 Palestinians from their homes and lands in what became known as the Nakba (“catastrophe” in Arabic). Those people took their keys with them, sure they would return.
Many Palestinians still hold onto the keys to their original homes as a symbol of their hope and determination to return one day. These keys have been passed down several generations and are kept as a symbol of Palestinians’ right to return – a principle enshrined in international law that grants individuals the right go back to their homes of origin.
During Israel’s latest offensive in Gaza, at least 1.5 million Palestinians have been driven out of their homes, double the number of those displaced during Nakba in 1948. For Palestinians, Nakba is not a discrete historical event. It is an ongoing process of displacement that has never stopped. END ID]
[ID: The sixth tweet out of a thirteen tweet thread by the user, @carstairsbur with the displayed name,"Nia FREE 🍉"

The tweet says,"keys to their original homes as a symbol of their hope and determination to return one day. These keys have been passed down several generations and are kept as a symbol of Palestinians’ right to return." END ID]
[ID: The seventh tweet out of a thirteen tweet thread by the user, @carstairsbur with the displayed name,"Nia FREE 🍉"

The tweet says,"Handala, the cartoon. A cartoon character created by Palestinian cartoonist Naji al-Ali that reflects his own childhood refugee experience and the ongoing plight of Palestinians displaced by the Nakba. The first version of the cartoon appeared in a Kuwaiti newspaper in 1969 and." The sentence is cut off. Below the tweet is an image. END ID]
[ID: Handala is a cartoon character created by Palestinian cartoonist Naji al-Ali that reflects his own childhood refugee experience and the ongoing plight of Palestinians displaced by the Nakba.
The first version of the cartoon appeared in a Kuwaiti newspaper in 1969 and was drawn facing the viewer. However, in 1973 following the October War, al-Ali started drawing Handala with his back turned to reflect how the world had itself turned its back on the Palestinians.

Handala is barefoot and wears ragged clothes like the refugee camp children al-Ali remembers when he was forced to leave his village as a 10-year-old boy.

Handala is named after the “handhal”, a bitter fruit that grows in the dry areas of Palestine. It grows back when cut and has deep roots.

In 1987, Naji al-Ali was assassinated in London. No one has been charged with his murder. END ID]
[ID: The eighth and ninth tweets out of a thirteen tweet thread by the user, @carstairsbur with the displayed name,"Nia FREE 🍉"

The eighth tweet follows the cut sentence,"was drawn facing the viewer. However, in 1973 following the October War, al-Ali started drawing Handala with his back turned to reflect how the world had itself turned its back on the Palestinians.
Handala is barefoot and wears ragged clothes like the refugee camp children"

The ninth tweet still stays on topic saying,"al-Ali remembers when he was forced to leave his village as a 10-year-old boy. In 1987, Naji al-Ali was assassinated in London. No one has been charged with his murder." END ID]
[ID: The tenth tweet out of a thirteen tweet thread by the user, @carstairsbur with the displayed name,"Nia FREE 🍉"

The tweet says,"Watermelon 

The most iconic fruit to represent Palestine. Grown from Jenin to Gaza, the fruit shares the same colours as the Palestinian flag – red, green, white and black – so it is used to protest against Israel’s suppression of Palestinian flags and identity.
Following the-" The sentence is cut. Below the tweet is an image. END ID]
[ID: The watermelon is perhaps the most iconic fruit to represent Palestine. Grown from Jenin to Gaza, the fruit shares the same colours as the Palestinian flag – red, green, white and black – so it is used to protest against Israel’s suppression of Palestinian flags and identity.
Following the 1967 war, when Israel seized control of the West Bank and Gaza Strip and annexed East Jerusalem, the government banned the Palestinian flag in the occupied territory.

Although the flag has not always been banned by law, the watermelon caught on as a symbol of resistance. It appears in art, shirts, graffiti, posters and the ubiquitous watermelon emoji on social media. END ID]
[ID: The eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth tweets out of a thirteen tweet thread by the user, @carstairsbur with the displayed name,"Nia FREE 🍉"

The eleventh tweet follows the cut sentence, saying,"1967 war, when Israel seized control of the West Bank and Gaza Strip and annexed East Jerusalem, the government BANNED the Palestinian flag in the occupied territory. Although the flag has not always been banned by law, the watermelon caught on as a symbol of resistance."

The twelfth tweet says,"It appears in art, shirts, graffiti, posters and the ubiquitous watermelon emoji on social media."

The thirteenth and last tweet says," All information and graphics from Al jazeera. For more information on other symbols of resistance such as the historical map and embroidered designs, read the full article: https://www.aljazeera.com/amp/news/longform/2023/11/20/palestine-symbols-keffiyeh-olive-branch-watermelon". END ID]

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The image descriptions for the posters were written by @/carstairsbur and Mohammed Haddad, Konstantinos Antonopoulos and Marium Ali.

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1 year ago

Israel just bombed next to a Catholic church. During Mass. On All Saints Day. This is not and never has been an issue regarding religion. This is a genocide of ALL Palestinians. They are bombing indiscriminately under the guise of fighting terrorism, when they are the real terrorists.

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surprise pt. 1

àȌ surprise: geto suguru x masc!reader x gojo satoru

àȌ theme: a surprise that maybe should've come earlier

àȌ cw: 18+ NSFW, he/him reader, oral (m. receiving x2), threesome (M/M/M), masturbation, humping, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, sex toy(s), expressing feelings, gojo being a fkn weirdo, cross-posted on ao3, slightly edited + solo edited

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You had fucked up.

You came home to the shared apartment alone and decided to surprise the two that were still to come home. You, Geto and Gojo had started a new thing with your relationship... There was a severe cloud of sexual tension between the three of you, and it didn’t help that you were all getting more and more touchy with each other. It started with innocent little touches, a little touch to the hand with a pinky, a tap on the knee when one of you stood up from the shared couch, a shoulder bumping into the other from standing close to each other
 just the little things. Of course, this turned into thigh gripping, hand-holding, snuggling on the sofa, smacking each other’s asses when going past each other
 groping areas roommates probably, maybe, shouldn’t really grab a hold of. Gojo was the first to instigate that more should happen between you with Geto standing next to him, and something in your brain screaming at you to accept the offer. You liked them both far too much to admit, and accepting their offer was a step closer to satisfying the feeling in your heart that you had for them. You really did have no idea what you were getting into because you knew it wouldn’t stop at just whacking off to porn together.

You really did fuck up this time though. That surprise you thought of? Yeah. Bad idea. The lingerie you bought, thinking it would be cute to give them something a little more than what you guys normally do
 they had ripped it to shreds as soon as they saw you. Well, shreds was probably an over-exaggeration but they may as well had done just that with the amount of times you heard the threads tear. You were getting water before they got in, planning to surprise them in your room with the little piece you eyed for a week in the shop near the apartment. They had come in through the door before you could scamper back, practically nailing you to the dining table. Not even a hello before any of this happened, because Gojo was immediately telling Geto to go get ‘that’ from his room. Whatever ‘that’ was, was your second fuck up of the evening. Gojo had your hands pinned with one hand, and the other teasing your cock through whatever fabric was left. Geto came back with a certain contraption. He had brought lube and a cock ring for fucks sake, why on earth he had that was something you would never know.

“Hey, pretty boy, there’s no need to be nervous
 We’re definitely just wanting to return the favour for what you’ve given us tonight.” You couldn’t really muster any words, darting between the two smug faces. Since there was only one of that contraption, you knew they had gotten it for you. With your cock already at full mast, Gojo took the ring from Geto and snapped it on at the base of your cock. The whine you let out was like music to their ears. Watching you squirm at the new feeling, like predators looking at their prey. Before you could even ask them what was planned, you were being swivelled around so that your head hung backwards slightly off of the table, head now in front of Geto’s crotch and your legs were placed atop Gojo’s shoulders. Geto grabbed one of your hands to grind down against him, and Gojo was placing his hands everywhere but where you’d very much like him right now.

“I can’t tell if you’re too excited or nervous for what we’ve had planned for a while now
 Kitten, don’t worry too much. We’re taking care of you.” Anyone who didn’t know Geto would think the smile after saying that was a genuine, reassuring one. But after going further with the two, you knew that that smile meant no good. You wondered what he meant that they’d had it planned for a while, and what on earth else they’ve got cooked up in their brains to do to you the next time this sort of situation happens. You heard a lid flick open, and before you could see it, you felt the cold substance squirt down past your balls, slowly travelling to your hole. You shivered, biting your lip to stop a whine from coming out and you watched as Geto’s eyes flashed with something dangerous behind it. Hissing when the same substance was then squirted onto your cock, with one hand latched to it to lather it up nicely and a finger circling your rim. You went to look at Gojo, to see what he was going to work with. But a firm hand had held onto your jaw, holding your head back in place. Geto was purposely denying you from looking at Gojo, wanting all the attention on him and glaring at you as if you shouldn’t try it again. You didn’t even need to do anything for Geto to know you’d obey what he wanted you to do, whatever they had planned for you. You finally felt a digit plunge into you, an airy gasp leaving you at the sudden intrusion. Gojo was slow in working his finger into you, undeciding of whether this should be painfully slow for you or if he should just go for it and be a bit rougher. You stuttered in your movement of palming Geto, so he instead got straight to the point. He unzipped and pulled his cock out, tapping on your lips for permission to enter your mouth. Of course, you gladly open up for him, but instead of slowly letting you get used to it like he’d done time and time before, he pushed all the way into the back of your throat without warning. You gagged around him, earning a stuttery groan from the man. You had nearly forgotten about the other man, a thumb going over the slit on your cock head and another finger going into you, scissoring away. Gojo was biting and sucking on and around the areas near your cock, avoiding it like he wanted to save his mouth around your cock for when you were least expecting it. Moaning around Geto, causing him to shiver. He kept himself where he was in your mouth, but you were having none of it. You hummed, sucked and swallowed to coax him into moving already as it wasn’t comfortable to have him just parked there.

A hand flew to your neck, Geto finally moving in and out of your mouth painfully slow. Finally putting your mouth to good use, you hummed again in satisfaction. Gojo decided to move onto stage 2 however, three fingers in you going at a brutal pace and his tongue licking a strip up your cock, purposely sucking on the head afterwards. Just like he was avoiding your cock before, he was avoiding your prostate now. He was being brutal but was avoiding the one area that would have you seeing stars. You gripped a hand onto Geto’s thigh, squeezing onto it as if he could relay the message for Gojo to touch it already. Fuck. He just smirked at you, as if this was all part of their big plan. Gagged with a cock so you couldn’t ask for what you wanted, a ring preventing you from cumming and all the touches not hitting your sweet spots. You decided to dig your foot into Gojo’s back, almost like a warning if he didn’t touch you properly. All he did was take your cock fully into his mouth, humming around it. He wasn’t going to listen at all, so you decided to make Geto’s life a living hell instead. You did everything to make this man cum quicker, whining around his cock, coaxing him to cum by playing with his balls and gagging on demand whenever he hit the back of your throat. The man hissed, squeezing your throat in almost a warning. You kept going, if you couldn’t get what you wanted then being a brat was what they deserved.

“Shit. S-shit
 Gojo, just give him what he wants already.” He was whining nonstop at this point, and before you could do more to make him beg further to the other man, Gojo started hammering his fingers onto your prostate with no warning. If you thought you were whining and moaning badly before, he just most definitely brought worse noises out of you. Your eyes were watering at this point, not only was the fingers in you abusing your bundle of nerves, but your throat was also being abused further with no sign of stopping. Gojo reached up and twisted one of your nipples, your cock being devoured by the man’s pretty mouth and the other hand working your hole open like there was no tomorrow. You felt that usual build-up in your stomach and your balls were squeezing, Gojo slipped your cock out his mouth to laugh at you and this is when you realised you weren’t getting your usual release, thumb harshly covering your slit. He kept going with his fingers, and Geto was getting off on your moans around his cock. Spit and tears were just running down your face, not really knowing what was happening anymore.

Geto’s hips were finally stuttering, but his grip on your throat was threatening in a way. You were whining, digging your feet into Gojo’s back again wondering why you weren’t cumming already. A breathy chuckle sounded from the man again, you were shaking like a leaf and your cock was twitching but nothing but little bubbles of cum were released below his thumb. You were confused, eyes blown wide as you finally felt like you came but nothing was coming out and Gojo seemed to hum in satisfaction, removing his fingers and his thumb. He had finally got you to have a dry orgasm, especially since Geto and himself had been researching like mad for months on how to do it. Geto squeezed your throat one last time before burying himself deep, releasing into your throat with a broken groan. You swallowed every last drop he gave you, not wanting any to go to waste but also so you could whine and plead to them both to just give you what you wanted as quickly as possible.

“Please,” Your voice was practically non-existent with how quietly you had said that, stuttering and shaking as you went to grab Geto’s hand as it was the closest thing to you.

“What was that? Did you say something?” Gojo’s tone was teasing, he wanted you embarrassed for sure. All you could do was whine, squeezing Geto’s hand and thrusting your hips closer to Gojo. He sighed, being a bit more kind than you expected. He pulled you closer to him by the waist, unclipping the cock ring and diving his fingers back in. You gasped at the action, realisation hitting you that you just asked for another round before getting used to the aftermath of whatever the fuck that was. Geto put a hand on your cheek, stroking and whispering pretty words to you before leaving your side to go behind Gojo. Gojo was so focused and determined to pull another orgasm from you, completely forgetting about his own release. Geto wrapped his arms around Gojo to feel him up. Gojo was grunting now, and you wanted to witness whatever was causing it. Wiping away the tears still sitting in your eyes, you watched as Gojo had a death grip on your waist. He’s trying to focus on you, but with his fingers stuttering inside you and Geto messing with his cock just the way he liked it, a hand wandering to his chest and you knew he was struggling. This time it was your turn to smirk, cooing at him to cum with you and licking your lips at him trying to get away from Geto’s hands. His eyes darkened at you, regaining his composure to hammer at your prostate again as if Geto wasn’t working him up to his.

It was like your throat cut off your whine when you finally got the release you were originally looking for, except you never expected this amount to come out of you. You couldn’t even begin to process it because you still had Mr. Blue-Eyed-Jackass attacking your prostate. It felt never-ending, squirting everywhere and having two sets of eyes on you as if they’d just struck gold. Gojo removed his fingers from your hole and came to that sight, half of it flying across one of your thighs and some of it dribbling onto the floor. Geto sighed heavily, head thumping onto Gojo’s shoulder and letting go of Gojo’s cock.

Nobody spoke for a good 5 minutes, and all you could hear was the heavy breathing of you all trying to get back down from that high. You were the first to move, you wanted to look at them properly after all of that. Geto was the second to move, awkwardly shuffling to his room and all you could do was silently wonder what he was doing. You turned back to having Gojo staring at you, smirking like the little shit he is. He had that smirk normally when he achieved something more than he was expecting to. All you could do was sigh and bring your hands up to wrap around his neck, dragging him into an embrace. Geto comes back with different pants on, and this really made you question why he made the sudden change. He caught your eyes as well, neck flushing as he turned his gaze away slightly and scratched the back of his neck. He peeked back at you, and you still didn’t understand, making grabby hands at him so he’d come closer. He came over, letting you pet his face. Gojo was the first to speak up.

“You gonna tell him why you had to shuffle away?” This earned Gojo a kick to the leg, Geto huffed and Gojo laughed. You still couldn’t pick up what they were meaning, and Geto sighed.

“I got too into it, and I came in my pants...” Geto admitted, and your eyes blew wide. You were grinning like the Cheshire cat, and he immediately pinched your cheek before you could say anything.

“That’s not even all of it, he was grinding against my ass like a bitch in heat. Didn’t even need to touch him−” You laughed a little too loud at the extra information Gojo shared, gaining another pinch to your cheek which you whined at and said ‘ow, ow, ow’ under your breath. Geto stroked the sore area now on your cheek, almost, just almost, in apology for being a bit rough.

“Can you guys help me get cleaned up though? This is getting gross as shit to sit in.” Gojo was the one to let go of you, grabbing the lube bottle and cock ring with him, moving to get a fresh set of clothes for himself, and Geto went to get a wet cloth to clean you up, picking up a pair of your boxers and one of many stolen t-shirts of theirs on the way back. You looked down at the lingerie that was still there, realising how much of a mess it was in
 You’d have to trash this after only getting one use out of it. Geto was the first to come back and realised you were looking at your basically-in-shreds lingerie, holding it delicately even though it was already ruined.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” You looked up, Geto ripping the rest of the poor thing off you with ease to get you cleaned up. You sighed, just letting him do his job. There was no saving it, anyway, totally drenched in your own sweat and cum with little to no way of saving it with the tattered stitching. He put it in the trash, turning back to get you off of the table to wipe you down properly, moving to put your boxers on. He knelt down, opening them up for you to step into and hauling them up. Placing a kiss on your hip bone, he stood up and helped you into the t-shirt he chose (which most definitely wasn’t his), finishing off with a kiss to your forehead. You smiled, maybe it wasn’t so bad letting them do all of that earlier since they’re going to treat you like royalty now. Gojo finally reappears, comfy clothes on, beckoning you both to go sit on the sofa to watch “crappy tv”. You sat in between them, holding their hands and chatting shit about the tv show that was currently showing. Gojo, however, broke the silence to talk about what you guys had just done.

“We had that planned for a while, like
 a long while.” You cocked your head towards him, watching his face. He never took his eyes off the screen though, so you squeezed his hand to make him look at you. He did, almost too obediently for Gojo of all people, which took you back. Why did he choose today, of all days, to actually listen to you? “We were expecting you to be asleep when we got back, but seeing you like that in the kitchen− shit.” He looked the other way this time, before continuing, “I didn’t know if you even liked anything we all did together, we thought you were just going with the flow because that’s
” He looks back to you, “That’s just the impression I got.”

“What Gojo is trying to say, is we want to do way more than that. We have way too much planned for something we weren’t even sure you’d enjoy,” Geto sighs, squeezing your hand this time. “If anything, we’re both also not really liking the relationship we all have at the moment. Personally, it’s too shallow for me to continue this sort of thing.” He turns to you, and your brain is trying to catch up with everything. You flip between Gojo and Geto, unable to get the words out. You brought their hands up to your face, hiding it away from them. They both looked at each other, wondering if they had upset you somehow. You were squeezing their hands tightly, debating your next words carefully. You don’t know if they even knew what that sentence just implied
 To hell with it.

“I like you both. I like you both far too much.” You felt two squeezes back to your hands, but you were too afraid to face them. You yelped, one of them, no doubt Gojo, had just bit the back of your neck. How it didn’t draw blood is beyond you, facing up and letting go of their hands to soothe the back of your neck with a whine leaving your lips.

“You keep hiding, stop it. We both like you just as much, maybe more than you’d like to think.” Geto says, taking one of the hands on your neck to place a kiss on your palm. “We wouldn’t do as much as we do if we didn’t. I know we can both be little shits, but can’t you have a bit more faith in us?” You looked at him, moving the hand away to see him smiling a genuine one this time.

“Yeah, or do you want us to fuck it into you instead?” This sentence earned Gojo a hefty smack to the back of his head by Geto, of course, he’d have to ruin a pretty precious moment. “OW−What? Am I wrong?” Wiggling his eyebrows like the idiot he is, earns him a hearty laugh from you. “Plus, that was hot as fuck. I could go again right now.”

“Yeah, and I can’t. Everywhere is too sensitive.” You try to be as assertive as possible, which ends in a (fake) wounded Gojo. He smiles it off, shifting to put his head in your lap. Lifting a hand to grab the other one behind your neck to plop onto his hair, clearly asking for a scalp massage. You let him indulge in it, just this once, maybe. You felt Geto's arm go around you, and this was nice. It wasn’t anything new... But it felt different. This was the first time you guys actually established that this was more than just messing around.

“I should’ve done that earlier
” You intended to say that in your head, but it came out of your mouth instead. Gojo didn’t turn, small snores coming from him, but you knew better, that he was pretending. You were about to just let it go, but Geto had heard you and looked at you as if he wanted an answer to that. “The lingerie
 I wanted to treat you both to something different, maybe try and get my feelings across without explicitly having to explain them.” Gojo did turn this time, looking up at you and smirking.

“So, you mean to actually say you could’ve been dicked down quicker than this? Tsk, tsk. And you say our heads are normally always in the gutter.” He smiled smugly like he just said the best thing of the night yet. You grabbed a massive bundle of his hair, yanking it roughly
 This only made him do the most obnoxiously fake moan that had you and Geto in tears. “C’mon, don’t do that or I might get hard again~”

“God please don’t, you’ll be taking care of it by yourself.” Geto interjected. Yeah, this was going to be great.

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1 year ago

10 February 2024

After 12 days with no updates, the PRCS announced the deaths of 6 y/o Hind Rajab and the ambulance team who volunteered to go save her. Despite the PRCS working with the IOF to coordinate safe passage for the ambulance, the ambulance was found destroyed by IOF bombs, with both volunteer crew members Yusuf Zeino and Ahmed Al-Madhoun murdered inside. Hind was murdered inside the car, where she had been trapped for hours with the bodies of her family members.

Hind’s 15 y/o cousin Layan Hamadeh had called PRCS emergency services after the car in which she and her family, including her younger cousin Hind, came under heavy gunfire by the IOF. Layan was shot to death while on the phone with PRCS emergency dispatchers, a fact which is documented via recordings of the phone call. Hind then took the phone and begged the dispatchers to send help to take her away, as the IOF was still showering the car with bullets. Ambulance crew members Yusuf Zeino and Ahmed Al-Madhoun volunteered to go rescue Hind. Dispatchers soon last contact with the child. They then lost contact with Yusef and Ahmed when the ambulance arrived near the location of the vehicle by Fares petrol station in Tal Al-Hawa.

This point cannot be emphasized enough: the PRCS worked with the IOF, getting their agreement not to attack the ambulance as it arrived at the scene. The IOF agreed, and then knowingly bombed the ambulance anyway, while also knowingly killing 6 y/o Hind inside her family’s car. They knew there was a 6 y/o child inside that car, and kept firing until they murdered her. They knew the entire time what they were doing, and lied about cooperating with emergency services in order to maximize the number of lives they could take.

The depravity and impunity of the occupation is truly boundless. Hind’s final hours were spent in absolute terror, and Yusuf and Ahmed’s courage and selflessness were rewarded with their murders. The PRCS did everything right. They coordinated with the IOF and sought their permission for the ambulance to pass, something which was already required under international law. The IOF abused this attempt at cooperation by lying about their compliance, then deliberately murdering Hind, Yusuf, and Ahmed, in addition to Layan and her entire family.

We write this update in tears, having hoped and prayed for a different outcome like everyone else. This round of aggression by the IOF has already seen unimaginable cruelty, suffering, and impunity. The complete, deliberate, and flagrant violation of international law and human decency is a stain on the conscience of the Global North and every president, staffer, soldier, and bureaucrat who made this happen. May the recorded voices of Layan and Hind, begging for rescue before dying alone, haunt them for the rest of their days.

Remember Hind, Layan, Yusuf, and Ahmed. Do not let despair consume you. Fight for them, for a permanent ceasefire, for accountability, and for whatever justice can be achieved, even if it seems small and pointless. Tell the world what the occupation has done, share the recordings and the updates from people on the ground. No matter how bleak things are, it is always worthwhile to tell the truth and fight for what’s right.

Keep Hind’s mother, grandfather, and surviving relatives, and the families of Yusuf and Ahmed in your hearts.

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Recordings: Layan, Hind

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One Call Away

𓆩♥đ“†Ș pairing: bf!dr.ratio x m!reader

𓆩♥đ“†Șsummary: dr.ratio is away on a business trip to teach at a university in another country, and you miss him. you find one of his shirts, and it gets you missing him, but he won't pick up his phone.

𓆩♥đ“†Șwarnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, both characters are 18+, phone sex, slight degrading, pet names (beloved, dear, love, pretty boy), smell kink(if that counts)

𓆩♥đ“†Șwc: 923

𓆩♥đ“†Șa/n: THIS IS MY FIRST FIC EVER and i hope it's good bcz ive never acc written before i've only ever read!!

One Call Away
One Call Away

After a few minutes of the phone ringing, you groan in annoyance. This just so happened to be the one time that he decided not to pick up the phone, the one time you missed him this much. Thoughts of him circulated your brain and your thoughts, increasing the loneliness that you felt. In desperate need to find some kind of material that could be found of Veritas, you picked up the shirt he was wearing that night, the night before he left.

It smelt like him, the smell of warm vanilla invading your nostrils as you smelt his shirt, it reminded you so much of when you’d cuddle together.You tossed your phone to the side of the bed, and held the shirt close to you, curling into it. The constant of the warm vanilla, of him, invaded your thoughts entirely. It made you feel like he was right there with you, cuddling like you always did around this time of night.

The more you smelt it, the more you thought about him, and what you did together. Like the kisses he gave, the snarky comments he’d make that would make you laugh, the subtle touches he gave, and even when he’d put down a book to give you attention. All of these thoughts gave you a feeling of longing, loneliness, and of neediness. You needed him, his attention, his touch, his lips on your body- but you couldn’t get it. Not when he was on a business trip, and would be for the next several days. And so, you took matters into your own hands, even if that meant smelling your lover's shirt to satisfy your neediness.

Your hand slowly travelled down your pants, reaching the hem of your pyjama pants, before you reached inside your pants and pulled out your semi-hard cock. Your breath hitched as you felt the cool air of your bedroom blow softly against your sensitive tip, before you used your thumb to spread the precum that was beading at your tip. You began slowly stroking it, letting your hand gently caress it, as you continued to smell the shirt.

Eventually, your pace began to pick up, and the room was filled with grunts and groans you let out as you continued to pump your cock in your warm hand, until you froze. The buzzing of your phone against the pillow brought you out of your trace, and you turned to see that it was Veritas calling you, finally. You put the shirt down, the other hand still wrapped around your cock, as you answered, “Hello?”.

“Sorry, beloved. I was teaching a lecture.” He spoke, his voice sounding tired, most likely from the lecture. Right, it was around 2 pm for him, 9 hours behind you. “The students were very interested in what I had to say, unlike the students at home.” He added,and you couldn’t help but continue to stroke your cock to the sound of his voice. You let out soft groans, trying your hardest to not let him hear as he spoke to you about his day.

“Right, it’s about 11 at night for you, right? I apologise I’m not there to be by your side. It’s only a few more days until I’m back home, then I’ll take you out, okay?” He continued to speak, until he went silent. “Dear, are you okay? I’m hearing some noises.. What are you doing?” He asked, seeming to have now heard the noises you were making.

“Mhm, I’m fine.. I just- hah, I missed you..” You whispered into the phone, your hand still pumping your cock as you still smelt the shirt. It was almost like he was beside you now. “Are you touching yourself, love?” He asked bluntly, he was always straightforward with what he said. You didn’t even respond, just letting out a low moan into the phone, which caused him to chuckle in response.

“You couldn’t even last being without me for two days without becoming all needy, hm? What a needy boy.” He teased, his voice sounding low over the phone. “Let me hear you, dear. Let me hear how much you miss me.” And so, you let him. You pumped your cock vigorously in your hand,letting your moans and groans be heard by him. He continued to tease and talk to you over the phone, saying things like:

“Such a good boy.”

“Such a good listener.”

“You wish that was me, hm? Sucking your cock.”

“Don’t worry, love. When I get back, I’ll make you feel so good.”

The more he spoke, the more the knot in your stomach grew and grew. “Hah- fuck! Ver, M’gonna- M’gonna cum..” You mewled, your words being slightly muffled from being stuffed in the shirt. “Go on, pretty boy. Cum for me.” He encouraged. Just from the sound of his voice, it was obvious he enjoyed listening to you, as if his boner wasn’t already a dead giveaway. And with his encouragement, you let go. Thick white fluids spewed from your cock, painting your stomach and the shirt in your hand with your cum. Your back arched against the mattress, and your eyes rolled back. “Such pretty sounds..” He cooed.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked, the sound of him smiling still evident in his voice. “Yes, thank you, love..” You whispered, breathing heavily as you tried to catch your breath. “Good, good. Make sure to clean up, okay? I gotta go, but I’ll call you when you wake up. Good night, love.”

“Good night, Ver.”

One Call Away
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I Made These As A Way To Compile All The Geographical Vocabulary That I Thought Was Useful And Interesting
I Made These As A Way To Compile All The Geographical Vocabulary That I Thought Was Useful And Interesting
I Made These As A Way To Compile All The Geographical Vocabulary That I Thought Was Useful And Interesting
I Made These As A Way To Compile All The Geographical Vocabulary That I Thought Was Useful And Interesting
I Made These As A Way To Compile All The Geographical Vocabulary That I Thought Was Useful And Interesting

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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