I'm Never Forgetting The Palestinian Babies That Were Left To Starve To Death Then Rot In Their Beds

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.

NOW: Palestine solidarity activists hold a vigil outside the Israeli embassy in Washington DC where 25 year-old U.S. airman Aaron Bushnell took his own life by self-immolation to call for an end to Israel’s genocide in Gaza

I, like countless others, am feeling frustrated, angry, utterly heartbroken and next to hopeless because of all that has been happening to the beautiful people in Gaza. I'm not good with words, but anyone who has been following the events unfolding in Palestine knows that posts about Palestine are what keep it from dying on the public eye, and I'm glad to see that the engagement and content has been going strong even after 4 months.

All the people in Palestine ask of us is to never stop fighting for them.

Don't stop speaking up.

Don't stop protesting.

Don't stop boycotting.

Don't stop posting.

Don't stop sharing resources.

Don't stop engaging with any and all pro-Palestinian content.

I'm hoping against hope for Palestine, because the only other thing I could do would be to give up hope entirely. And that's nowhere near being a fucking option.

in support of palestine, i'll be doing sketches for esims this month!!!

look at https://gazaesims.com for details on how to help, and send me proof of the purchase (screenshots of the receipt + the emailed qr/activation code) over DMs. it has to be recent and for this specifically!

i'll whip up a sketch of whatever you want, as long as it complies with my normal commission terms. this isn't just specific to my own or current interests, and i wont do sexual nsfw but i can do gore. if you're curious about anything not stated just ask, but i have the right to reject requests for whatever reason!

i will do a sketch of one character for one esim, but i will do additional character(s) and/or color the drawing if you donate more.