Freepalestine Stories

when she came back to her school she found he is a playboy that broked her heart .

هي أدعية من القلب، نكتبها بدمع العين وصدق النية، نرجو بها الفرج، والنصر، والرحمة. قد لا نملك السلاح، لكن نملك الدعاء، وقد لا نغير الواقع، لكن نطرق باب ربّ الواقع. فلتقرأ، ولتدعُ، ولتُشعل مع كل كلمة شمعة رجاء في ليلٍ طال ظلامه.

I'll update daily here about the latest news on Gaza and Palestine, I'll document and translate every news I get my hands on.

A short poem

Read and share. They are too much, it's getting out of hand and the public media keep quiet about this.

free palestine

Update on Palestine Situation #free_Palestine #free_Ghaza #Stand_up_for_the_truth

The world fails to recognize

Just a very short poem that I wrote earlier today. ironically, it's not so much for the people in Palestine as it is for the people on the outside. So for all you people that think that you're just one person, remember that it took a lot of ones to make thousands. every 1 is the 1 that makes a difference :-) :-) :-)

How it all works out War in Syria. A girl males Amina lost. How does it really feel like? A 8 year old girl in a war. How does it feel to wake up and see your mom dead lying on the floor and your brother so injured. Gunshots noises coming closer? Amina.

الماضي لن يختفي ، سيظهر دائما ان سمحت له او لم تفعل ، سيذكرك دائما بنفسه في كل حين للدهر و الاخر ، سيظهر على شكل شخص ، مكان او اسم ، سيظهر بذكرى تفسد يومك او اسبوعك او شهرك لن يرحمك ابدا لكن إن ظهر على شكل أحداث تقودك إلى الماضي ، أحداث تذكرك بنفسك الضعيفة ، احداث منبعها ليس خطأك ، احداث ستجمع شملك ، احداث صارعت لنسيانها يقولون ان الماضي منصة للقفز لا بل هو جزء منك ، تخلى عنه و ستتخلى عن نفسك ، ماضيك السيء ليس سيء ، لانه هو ما سوى ما انت عليه اليوم من صقلك و هدبك و شحدك

One day, strangers came with smiles, seeking refuge... Years later, they seized the home with weapons in hand. A tale of betrayal that began from the heart of kindness; A story of mothers who sew shrouds instead of wedding gowns... And a world that watches - yet turns a blind eye.

#FreePalestine #FreeGaza

Free palestine . Noura is my name and I live in fear of death .

It gone wrong. Everything gone wrong. Her intention to collect some material for her new novel gone really wrong. Azima never expect her trip to Israel will lead her and Feren into this kind of catastrophic situation. But at least, nobody let them bleed to death here. At least she could manage her guilt later, since she is the descendant from the Black Owl. NB:This is a side story from my another untitled project Some useful translation in this fiction: Abi: Big brother Komutan: Commander Vallahi or vallahi de billahi: how Turkish swear or cursing Baba: Father/Dad Oğlum: My son Çok şükür: fortunately/ what a good situation

pls read this to know more about Palestine

AUTHOR'S POV : "DON'T TOUCH Me", Eva screaming on the top of her lungs, tears streaming down to her cheeks and asking for MERCY. '' JACKSON ASK THEM TO STOP" Eva screamed but no one came to rescue her AARON POV : '' I will be by your side Eva, even death can't separate us my sunshine"

Nristen Snelker had only recently become a host of Meet the Mess, with the network glad they had chosen someone who was a woman of color, rather than a White man (who had been hosts for over 50 years). She faced with one of the toughest discussions of her career about Israel's brutal and genocidal assault in Gaza, complete with angry Zionists, international popstars, and legal analysts. Can she hold it together or will it all fall apart? Originally published on AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/52586530)