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The Israeli UN ambassador attempted to intimidate an Iranian delegate by confronting him with a Starlink terminal (famously used by Mossad and CIA in a failed attempt at Color Revolution in Iran back in Dec-Jan 2025). The delegate completely ignored him.
AIPAC shill Haley Stevens crashes out after being asked why she continues to support the bombing of Palestinian children: "I am proud to be a Zionist, and there is no genocide!"
streamable.comIn Amsterdam, a woman is immediately arrested after shouting 'Free Palestine' during a pro-Israel rally. The pro-Israel crowd rips down a giant Palestinian flag & the cops do almost nothing, despite a heavy presence.
An IOF soldier on livestream: "The babies are good to kill." No mask. No spin. Just genocide, live-streamed
https://x.com/OunkaOnX/status/2096813889455304976
An IOF soldier on livestream: "The babies are good to kill."
No mask. No spin. Just genocide, live-streamed
lDF Chased out of Neighbourhood in Jerusalem
A sign next to a church in Missouri, USA
7 faith leaders and clergy arrested after blockading ICE surveillance center
The faith leaders stated this was just the beginning, and encouraged people from across the country to join them in Williston for a week of action starting on October 4th– more info can be found at www.shutdownicevt.org; Large-scale mass civil disobedience is being planned against ICE.
[POEM] mothers - Al-Hadi Adam
(Translation)
Mother
by Al-Hadi Adam
Who was it that fed me, who gave me to drink,
When in my cradle I could neither speak nor think?
Who translated my cries, gave my anguish a name,
And understood what I meant when I cried out the same?
When night wrapped my cradle in darkness, who then
Would rock me and soothe me, unwearied again?
Who listened to every command that I made,
And ruled through the night and the day, unafraid?
Oh, what a paradise her heart was to me—
How much I enjoyed it, how much she gave me.
How often I filled both her nights and her days
With childish mischief that tested her ways;
Yet whatever might trouble her heart or her breast,
She dreamed on in patience and gave me her best.
How often I sickened—and never would sleep
Touch her eyelids; while all the world slumbered deep.
I suffered, she suffered; I cried, she would cry,
As though I were part of her own flesh nearby—
A limb from her body: if torn from her frame,
It too would be lifeless, it too would be maimed.
Then when sickness unveiled its face from my eyes,
And the fears she had harbored at last ceased to rise,
Tears sprang from her eyes—tears of gladness and joy,
And tender, transcendent compassion shone through.
She is a candle, yearning, melting away,
So that I might see where to place my next step;
And by the dance of her flame, I move on,
Following her light as I journey along.
God forbid that I ever forget what is due
To motherhood—its rights, its promises true;
For she is the most faithful, the tenderest, best—
The most dutiful mother, the most merciful.