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PART II: A GLASS CEILING DRIPPING WITH BLOOD Mohanad Younis, of Gaza City; Where the sand is stained with blood As the world feigns pity. Broken families, unspoken tragedies – The order of everyday life. He was born amidst chaos and strife, To a divorcing husband and wife. If life were lived in peace, This dissolution would’ve been a release. Not much more, not much less – A family’s lore, a decision to digress. In war-ravaged land, however, One needs every helping hand, Especially a soul that was so clever. Such a curious, voracious mind needed to understand; A furious, rapacious search, Unexplained conundrums to unravel and unwind. Why do we exist? Why do we fight and resist? Is it worth living with all these scars on my wrists? Does anybody outside Palestine care? Will they keep on watching? Or will they be unable to bear? Of this and much more Mohanad must’ve thought, As he sat at the Marna House Hotel, Smoking cigarettes, freshly bought. A student at al-Azhar, a mild-mannered pharmacist, A prudent man who would have gotten far. An admirer of Bassel al-Araj, another victim of oppression – An inspirer, a brother who alleviated his depression. Hunted down and killed by the IDF, Another pacifist murdered for being an activist. One figure of many who died; One of those who did not want to hide. Mohanad wasn’t a resistance fighter – He felt that such persistence did not make their burdens lighter. Instead, he wished to make his mind brighter, And perhaps have family of his own. He was in love, and wanted to get married, But life was rough, and warranted a future far more harried. The final twist of horror? Having the intellect to apply for University, And deserving the respect needed to obtain a reply, Yet not being allowed to leave the city. That is the news Mohanad had received, Hopes and dreams suddenly deceived. Denied a right to education Because he was born on the wrong end of a cruel fabrication. The glass ceiling, dripping with blood, Swallowed his hopes whole like a flood.
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
Hopelessness kills: A tribute to Mohanad Younis [PART II]
PART II: A GLASS CEILING DRIPPING WITH BLOOD Mohanad Younis, of Gaza City; Where the sand is stained with blood As the world feigns pity. Broken families, unspoken tragedies – The order of everyday life. He was born amidst chaos and strife, To a divorcing husband and wife. If life were lived in peace, This dissolution would’ve been a release. Not much more, not much less – A family’s lore, a decision to digress. In war-ravaged land, however, One needs every helping hand, Especially a soul that was so clever. Such a curious, voracious mind needed to understand; A furious, rapacious search, Unexplained conundrums to unravel and unwind. Why do we exist? Why do we fight and resist? Is it worth living with all these scars on my wrists? Does anybody outside Palestine care? Will they keep on watching? Or will they be unable to bear? Of this and much more Mohanad must’ve thought, As he sat at the Marna House Hotel, Smoking cigarettes, freshly bought. A student at al-Azhar, a mild-mannered pharmacist, A prudent man who would have gotten far. An admirer of Bassel al-Araj, another victim of oppression – An inspirer, a brother who alleviated his depression. Hunted down and killed by the IDF, Another pacifist murdered for being an activist. One figure of many who died; One of those who did not want to hide. Mohanad wasn’t a resistance fighter – He felt that such persistence did not make their burdens lighter. Instead, he wished to make his mind brighter, And perhaps have family of his own. He was in love, and wanted to get married, But life was rough, and warranted a future far more harried. The final twist of horror? Having the intellect to apply for University, And deserving the respect needed to obtain a reply, Yet not being allowed to leave the city. That is the news Mohanad had received, Hopes and dreams suddenly deceived. Denied a right to education Because he was born on the wrong end of a cruel fabrication. The glass ceiling, dripping with blood, Swallowed his hopes whole like a flood.
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The Paragliders like ravenous vultures flew to southern Israel to predate on soft targets. Like swarms of bees, they snuck, ***** 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.
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Oct 23, 2023
Oct 23, 2023 at 4:37 AM UTC
Black October
I spoke to a man today with kind eyes and contagious laughter his passport identified him as Israeli, mine american but for a moment, we were both just human He told me he was a combat medic for the IDF as we began our descent into a discussion of politics he spoke of giving medical care to victims of a suicide bombing, just weeks earlier Life is fragile in places like his hometown of Tel Aviv He showed me an app on his iPhone that notifies him of places that were just bombed or when to take shelter, in case of an incoming missile strike How people must savor life in war zones like his friends and family become temporary oases bringing happiness and fulfillment for a moment then gone the next For once there were no borders between us, or cultural divides, just two men discussing life, or something like it
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
Life, or Something Like It
White House Biden **** Shame on you genocide joe liar liar **** gov burn in Gaza's hell bombs fire ***** and all. Kamala Harris laughing Haina Genocide Joe hoo morena Narcissist pooping heartless lunatic ****** devils advocate garbage ticking bomb. Shame on USA, UK,Germany France, Ukraine Israel **** regime, go to hell Court martial sinister satanyahu and it's **** ****** IDF psychopaths ~~~~ Free free long live Palestine! From the River to the sea 1947. ~~~ By legions of human beings. May all Israelites **** regime be exiled incarcerated famined too Thanks Israel for teaching us Earthlings on how to hate you..
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Apr 4, 2024
Apr 4, 2024 at 1:05 AM UTC
Biden **** genocidejoe
I keep seeing Alot of times Many times I have seen Kurdish soldiers Dancing in a circle Singing a song In 2003 They looked joyful With their brothers And even though I couldn't understand The language I enjoyed watching And then I watched Many videos About conflicts Between Jews And Palestinians Man Has many problems So many conflicts This one over land So childish The human race And I'm no expert On these matters And I don't like Taking sides But it is The Palestinians land And an occupying force Will always have To rule by force Suspecting grandmothers Children Is it just a crying child? The IDF forces Have to suspect everyone I would like the Jews To have a homeland It just should be much smaller Taking over The Palestinians land There will never be peace there An ongoing war Very sad I took a journey Journeyman pictures Its amazing To see what life Is like In other countries Most people just want To live in peace Man seems destined To repeat the same mistakes And I saw a child soldier In Monrovia Africa Fighting with a group of men And I saw the sunset On a beach at The Gaza strip Beautiful landscapes And terrible times How can a place So beautiful Be filled with such Violence and destruction? Human beings are foolish Be at peace Live by the sword Die by the sword Live by the gun Die by the gun Maybe in my life time Americans will get a taste Of what life is like In these poorer nations As we become A poorer nation overall Troubling times Not a stable place This planet I think of a world With loving And caring women Where the gun Was never invented I'm lucky I'm spoiled I'm lazy I don't work much That's fine by me I walk around In a big garden I'm tired Of life It is tiring The monotony The boredom A bunch of desires A ****** urge Eat again Work once in a while I'm poor I don't care Please put money In my account I can't afford These expensive bills Are we changing Are we becoming More loving people? Some are But humanity As a whole No, we aren't
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
Different Times Online
I keep seeing Alot of times Many times I have seen Kurdish soldiers Dancing in a circle Singing a song In 2003 They looked joyful With their brothers And even though I couldn't understand The language I enjoyed watching And then I watched Many videos About conflicts Between Jews And Palestinians Man Has many problems So many conflicts This one over land So childish The human race And I'm no expert On these matters And I don't like Taking sides But it is The Palestinians land And an occupying force Will always have To rule by force Suspecting grandmothers Children Is it just a crying child? The IDF forces Have to suspect everyone I would like the Jews To have a homeland It just should be much smaller Taking over The Palestinians land There will never be peace there An ongoing war Very sad I took a journey Journeyman pictures Its amazing To see what life Is like In other countries Most people just want To live in peace Man seems destined To repeat the same mistakes And I saw a child soldier In Monrovia Africa Fighting with a group of men And I saw the sunset On a beach at The Gaza strip Beautiful landscapes And terrible times How can a place So beautiful Be filled with such Violence and destruction? Human beings are foolish Be at peace Live by the sword Die by the sword Live by the gun Die by the gun Maybe in my life time Americans will get a taste Of what life is like In these poorer nations As we become A poorer nation overall Troubling times Not a stable place This planet I think of a world With loving And caring women Where the gun Was never invented I'm lucky I'm spoiled I'm lazy I don't work much That's fine by me I walk around In a big garden I'm tired Of life It is tiring The monotony The boredom A bunch of desires A ****** urge Eat again Work once in a while I'm poor I don't care Please put money In my account I can't afford These expensive bills Are we changing Are we becoming More loving people? Some are But humanity As a whole No, we aren't
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Zionist father's "lamentation; his sons burial." The family of an IDF soldier was gathered for his funeral from Rapha rubble. All that was left of him was a small box of his ash remains. Words began to pass over his grave. "I remember how handsome he looked in uniform," said his mother, "with his matching Helmet  & Pampers." "I remember how brave he was," said his father, "he once neutralized a neonatal intensive care unit without hesitating for a second." "I remember how loving he was," said his daughter, "he once demolished a school for me on my birthday." "I remember how strong he was," said his wife, "every child he faced fell before his might." "I remember him being bigger," said his son, "What happened to him?". "Apparently," stated his mother, "He triggered a booby-trap while plundering a house in Gaza." "Well, I guess he died as Israel lives" stated his father. "And how is that?" Asked the others? "By burglarizing someone else's home after proudly murdering all palestinian family members " Oh! Said his grandmother "Every muslim Palestinian, any non zionist jewish birth poses an existential threat to his new and future born children, thats why "this IDF soldier's remains are buried among genocidal war criminal hereos in Izrahell." ~~~~~ Izrael:August 2024. ~~~~
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Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 1:19 AM UTC
Repost: You Tube on IDF.
Change to our foreign policies Change to our non diplomacy Change to our over reaching hegemony Eight hundred military bases over seas Change instead of death to the IDF That’s as generous as it gets!
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Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 7:54 PM UTC
Change Instead Of Death