Freepalestine Stories

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐊-𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁 (𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊-𝐓𝐖𝐎) "Your Jae-Min is dead," he spat. "The Supreme Commander-in-Chief of Vylak-is gone. And you... you killed him." · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 - 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐚𝐞-𝐌𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 - 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 - 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫, 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨

Experiences that I choose to confront

ini adalah trilogi darri cerpen perjuangan para tahanan palestina yang ditahan oleh zionis israel.

please read this as well as share this as much as you can!

"Mothers of Resilience: The Unseen Heroes of Palestine" is a poetic tribute to the enduring spirit of Palestinian mothers - women who carry the weight of unimaginable loss and yet rise each day with grace, strength, and unwavering love. It is a celebration of the silent battles fought in the shadows, where motherhood becomes both resistance and refuge. To the women of the free world: This poem is a call to your hearts - to see, to feel, to stand in sisterhood with those whose freedom is stripped, but whose dignity remains untouched. May you draw inspiration from these heroines of olive groves and sacred soil. May you raise your voices for those whose stories are silenced. In every mother who walks barefoot with hope, who shields her child with her body, who smiles through grief - there is a mirror of your strength, your potential, your light. Let us not only admire their courage, but echo it - in action, in compassion, in unwavering solidarity.

A short and controversial yet powerful poem capturing the pain and devastation of a mother loosing her child during the war between Palestine and Israel jotted by a high school student.

#FreePalestine #FreeGaza

A British girl who's Nigerian finally goes to Nigeria! She explores her new surroundings in Benin city, Nigeria. With her family and new friends along the way, they're able to explore the mythical parts of Nigeria, wait, their adventures take them into a new realm! GET IT NOW? :) Read if you wanna! :) Read... IF YOU DARE!!! This story consists of African mythology, and uhhhhh STUFF! Reminder, I am not that good at writing stories, I've made a few stories I haven't published due to uh embarrassment :) BUT I've now made a story, based on myself and stuffs! Thank you for reading this, and have a good day :) Be kind, to yourself and others! P.S: The tags are like that for reach. This story will have some queer characters. :) AGAIN! Be kind to yourself and others. :] HAVE A GOOOOD DAY!

A space where we should open ours eyes to see the truth of the world

Jessica should be your ordinary 18 year old american teenager, but she's not. she left her family and went to Gaza (which is currently a war zone) to persue her dream in photography, but what happens when she meets a Palestinian solider? Will his religion get in the way? Is she willing to convert for him? What will her parents back home say?

This is a very sad story but who knows if its going to be a happy or sad ending. I haven't finished and I don't know about the end. Free Palestine. ILY😭😭😭😔😔😔😔❤️❤️❤️

This poem is dedicated to Palestine and Palestinians. In sha Allah freedom will come. POETRY ANALYSIS: Stanza 1: In the second line, rain is referring to the tears of the Muslim ummah and others who are all crying for the Palestinians. Crying and praying. But yet, freedom hasn't come yet, our years still didn't wash away their blood. It also implies that we're so helpless that we can't help them with just our tears. The next line about children being "skeletons" refers to both the physical and mental state of Palestinian children. They are hungry, they are holding their younger dead siblings in their arms, they're experiencing death on a daily basis. They're forced to grow up early and go through trauma after trauma that 7 year olds want to die. Stanza 2: In the first line, flying bodies refer to those videos in which we can see that people are being bombed and there are bodies flying up in the skies before dropping. And the green birds refer to this Hadith when Prophet Muhammad (Sm) said, "Their (the Martyr's) souls, are in the bellies of green birds which have lamps (as their nests) hanging from the Throne (of the Almighty Allah)." - ( Sahih Muslim 1887) In the next line, the faces distorted in pain today are sighing with relief, as we all know that after death, they're in peace in Jannah in sha Allah, and people who are laughing refers to ignorant people who are mocking the genocide (see hamzah saadah's videos). They won't be laughing for too long. Stanza 3: By animals it means that the domestic animals like cats, dogs and other creatures are being harmed in the genocide. They can't speak, thus cruelty upon them (or upon innocent beings like children) angers Allah more than anything. And Allah is seeing their struggle as well. "Indeed! The Help of Allah is near." - (2:214) The last few lines are words of hope and truth. And that's about it. Free Palestine 🇵🇸🩵

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this is only poetry, do not expect any stories. every chapter is a new poem. Everything I've written are my stories that I've experienced, or heard somewhere and got inspired by it. you may relate or not, and it's totally okay.

Newark riots, Crown Heights riots, Israel and Palestine, all in a supernatural alternative earth novelette. We are dealing with themes like racism and colonialism without pointing at one specific color, or area on earth since it's an alternative universe. More specifically, two teenagers are trying to get revenge for their friend's death as masked vigilantes. However, one might be more responsible for her death than the men they've been hunting.

a poem i wrote

free palestine

This book contains a collection of a woman's inner voice about what she sees, hears, feels, and even experiences in her life path. "A heart that speaks writes a million words that deserve to be told through rhymes and lines to be remembered." (Buku ini berisi tentang kumpulan suara hati dari seorang perempuan tentang apa yang dilihat, didengar, dirasakan, bahkan dialami dalam alur hidupnya. "Hati yang bersuara menggoreskan sejuta kata yang patut untuk diceritakan lewat sajak dan larik untuk terus dikenang")

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 :-) :-) :-)