Idf Stories

College. All Sapir Cahana had been looking forward to since the day she had been honorably discharged from the IDF and sent to live with her grandparents in Middle-of-Nowhere, Massachusetts. She's tired of hiding behind the self imposed wall of indifference she put up to save herself from anxiety and self doubt that doesn't seem to really work- not even a little. Alex Knowles had never left the States- heck, never even been further west than Boston. His lifestyle was a comforting- if not boring- back and forth of school and helping his dad at their family store. Until the new hire makes her entrance. Then he's not too comfortable at all.

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏...

Everything feels like a cycle. Wake up, cry, wonder why we can't escape, kill people out of anger for our own deaths, eat, sleep, repeat. It drives us mad. We're angry, we're vicious, we're violent. Why can't we just have something nice? We will find the exit, it just requires a lack of sanity and a shit ton of betrayal. Or Identity plays with his new dolls.

A percentage of me has to hell been consigned by the ever raging zionists' war machine. To each livid soldier, a mandate is assigned to uproot terror where multitudes are confined. Torrents of explosives have swept my landscapes clean. Churches, mosques, schools have all to mighty vengeance bowed. Stricken mothers wail uncontrollably aloud. Itinerancy pervades my horror stricken crowd, whilst my kids toy with explosives, carnage and ruin. Survivors will take shelter from snipers shooting death balls and lead from peevish and portable guns. Horror unprecedented the people outruns. I have metamorphosed to nothing but a morgue. Lice and bugs have infested hoodies lined with borg. Disease and maimed limbs have no remedies in sight. Let not the world be unmoved by my sorry plight. Why must I this price pay for a thousand or more killed? My morgues are beyond their capacity filled. The deaths of innocents are nothing but unjust. My once-populated streets have been turned into dust.

An Israeli soldier's tale

Ah yes! The player, it's arrived! Stan tells Fraud, who warns Alice, who didn't even have to tell James because he heard the word and told TLH. "Guard maze 3 as hard as possible. If they reach it, be careful. Do not get hurt."

A collection of writings omitted from the published version of the book.

The Paragliders like ravenous vultures flew to southern Israel to predate on soft targets. Like swarms of bees, they snuck, raped, maimed, shot, burnt and slew. Terror did every man's fragile conscience becloud. Hate made their embittered hearts to mercy forget. Abductions followed, having to terror avowed. Then came the IDF's genocidal intent, having intended global laws to circumvent; Children, women, all consumed by mighty vengeance. A disproportionate response beyond balance. Homes, hospitals, Mosques, Churches and schools are levelled, as Gaza is by torrents of bombs bedeviled. I do not with a livid Israel sympathize, nor do I with a besieged Gaza empathize. With humanity I have my affinity, for my deep love for it, tends to infinity.

The story set one day after The Day of Black Sun, An event leads the victory Fire Nation against Avatar's allies which leads the opening of a GATE which recently discovered by the Fire Nation scouts in the Southern Earth Kingdom at the Wun-Yang hill. Because of this phenomenal event the Fire Lord ordered his forces consisting of 150,000 soldiers along with 200 Fire tanks they sent into an expedition to the Wun-Yang hill and the rumors are true that the spirits create a gate connects to Earth-Realm (aka Avatar's world) and to Osaka, Japan. Later they the JSDF and it's allies will discover the one Last hope of their World... the Avatar. How the Alliance helps them and how the GAang reacts to a world without Benders exist?!

In a war-torn region, twelve-year-old Noor navigates the daily struggles of survival while caring for her three younger sisters after the loss of their mother. With resilience and determination, Noor documents their harsh reality, hoping to shed light on their plight and inspire change. Disclaimer: NOT A ROMANCE ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Highest ranking: #1 in Palestine #1 in Alleyesonpalestine #1 in Alleyesonrafah #1 in Ethniccleansing #1 in Fuckisrael #1 in Zionism

Work in Progress

My eldest son is 18 and about to embark on three years in the Israeli army. I fear for him and our country.

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