TheyĀ hidĀ at the El-Wafa hospital.
TheyĀ hidĀ at the Al-Aqsa hospital.
TheyĀ hidĀ at the beach, where children played football.
TheyĀ hidĀ at the yard of 75-year-old Muhammad Hamad.
TheyĀ hidĀ among the residential quarters of Shujaya.
They hid in the neighbourhoods of Zaytoun and Toffah.
TheyĀ hidĀ in Rafah and Khan Younis.
TheyĀ hidĀ in the home of the Qassan family.
TheyĀ hidĀ in the home of the poet, Othman Hussein.
TheyĀ hidĀ in the village of Khuzaa.
They hid in the thousands of houses damaged or destroyed.
TheyĀ hidĀ in 84 schools and 23 medical facilities.
TheyĀ hidĀ in a cafe, where Gazans were watching the World Cup.
TheyĀ hidĀ in the ambulances trying to retrieve the injured.
TheyĀ hidĀ themselves in 24 corpses, buried under rubble.
They hid themselves in a young woman in pink household slippers, sprawled on the pavement, taken down while fleeing.
TheyĀ hidĀ themselves in two brothers, eight and four, lying in the intensive burn care unit in Al-Shifa.
TheyĀ hidĀ themselves in the little boy whose parts were carried away by his father in a plastic shopping bag.
TheyĀ hidĀ themselves in the āincomparable chaos of bodiesā arriving at Gaza hospitals.
They hid themselves in an elderly woman, lying in a pool of blood on a stone floor.
Hamas, they tell us, is cowardly and cynical.
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Hau mitakuyepi, Greetings my Relatives, Pilamaya mitakuye, I thank you my relative, Seymour for voicing the unspeakable. In the course of Genocide, the genocidists render themselves inhumane and alien to Life. My People, The Original Peoples of Turtle Island, are undergoing such Genocidal/Omnicidal crimes against humanity and Life even yet. The savage reasoning, language, and behavior of Oppressors are often projected upon their victims. The weight of their inhumanity is too great and out of greedy irresponsibility dump their psychic shit on their victims. We, the Oppressed, are often made insane by such horrible crimes and we respond in kind. But too, sometimes we see, even with a boot on our neck, how powerful in Life we become when we can have compassion for ourselves and our own āand even our murderers. My heart goes out to the surviving kindred of the slaughtered Palestinians āwho remain to suffer on Earth.