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Resurrecting Humanity: A Poetic Plea for Change by Sabiha Nehal Arzoo

Death of Humanity Last year humanity died, Many rejoiced, and very few cried. Blood-stained bodies all around, No safe haven on the ground. Love, joy, and peace snatched away, A deadly silence is left to stay. No water to drink, No food to eat. No children to hug, No families to greet. No mothers to dry the painful tears, No fathers to chase away the fears. No homes left to keep warm, No shelter to brace against the storm. No mourns are heard, No tears were shed. It clearly shows  Humanity is dead. Come forward, children of the world, You have to realise the reality. Lend your voice, show your strength, Together, resurrect the dead HUMANITY. Author:  Sabiha Nehal Arzoo Learn More: Join the movement, B-24/7 Check out the  21DP Boycott Campaign Products List Read  Basic Facts About The Palestine Issue  by Dr Mohsen Mohammad Saleh Explore  Israel-Palestine conflict: A brief history in maps and charts  by AlJazeera

From Darkness to Dreams: A Poignant Tale of Loss, Welcome, and the Cry for a Free Palestine by Dr Farrukh Anwar

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  It was dark and bleak, You knocked. We opened our doors wide. There you stood trembling, From hunger and fear shivering.  Having lost your land and love,  From having no roof above.  Terror writ large on your faces, In pain, left only with traces.  Vacant eyes with no dreams, You had no smiles, only screams! We hugged and welcomed you, You got a foothold and grew.  You were happy and warm  again, Your forgot your persecution and pain. You flourished, but your branches became tentacles, They suffocated, smothered and hurt like hell! Here we stand trembling, From hunger and fear, shivering.  Having lost most of our land and love,  From Having no roof above.  Terror writ large on our faces, In pain, Left only with traces.  Not a crumb to eat, not a drop to drink, We know not how many are left from our kith and kin.  What flows here are rivers of blood, What blows here are clouds of dust.  Not buildings but homes you have de...

"Lives found ended": Washington Post's Controversial Headline Avoiding Naming the Deceased or the Perpetrator

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Introduction: The Washington Post recently made headlines by reporting the tragic deaths of four children in Palestine. This article delves into the case, examining the details of the lives found ended, media malpractice, and the consequences that should follow. Background: In a recent headline, The Washington Post reported the deaths of four young children in Palestine, sparking international outrage. The significance of their tragic deaths emphasized the urgent need for attention and action. Examining the Case: The incident occurred in a Palestinian village affected by ongoing conflicts, and the exact circumstances are under investigation. Each child had unique stories tragically cut short, highlighting the human toll of the complex and volatile situation. Media Malpractice: The media's responsibility in reporting sensitive issues is crucial. Unfortunately, media malpractice, as seen in this case, can distort the truth and reinforce biases. Missteps can perpetuate misundersta...

بائیکاٹ کا تیسرا مرحلہ

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کیا فلسطینیوں پر ہو رے ظلم کافی نہی ے ہمیں بیدار کرنے کے لئے ،  آخیر ہم کب بولینگے ؟ ظلم خواہ کسی پر بھی ہو اور کہیں بھی ہو اسلام کی تعلیم ے اسکے خلاف کھڑا ہوا جاۓ مومن نہ ظلم کرتا ے اور نہ ظلم سہتا ے اپنی طاقت بھر ظلم کو مٹانے کی کوشش کرتا ے ۔ آپ سب کی کاوش اور جہد مسلسل کا نتیجہ ے کہ  تحریک تیسرا مرحلہ میں شامل ہو کر  معاشرے کو مکمل بائکاٹ  کے لۓ  تیار کر رہا ے   آپ اسکے لئے جو کچھ کر سکتے ہیں کریں بول سکتے ہیں تو بولیں  کارنر میٹنگ کر سکتے ہیں تو کریں اسکول اور مدرسہ جا کر  بچوں کو بیدار کر سکتے ہیں تو کریں، شاپنگ مال اور دکانداروں سے ملاقات کر سکتے ہیں تو کری ، کلب اور دوسرے تنظیموں سے ملاقات کر سکتے ہیں تو کریں جو لکھ سکتا ے لکھے، جو سوشل میڈیا میں اس پیغام کو عام کر سکتا ہو کریں ، ظلم و زیادتی کے خلاف  مسجد اقصیٰ کی آزادی کے لئے صہیونی پروڈکٹس کا مکمل خاتمہ کرنے کے لۓ ایک اواز بنیں

Eyes, Void of Life: A Poignant Reflection on the Tragedy in Gaza

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Was he a day, or a week old? And was the baby 'he' or 'she'? What difference does it make? It was a baby, an infant who had, perhaps not even tasted a morsel of solid food. When was he born? Who are his parents? Where are they? Are they alive? Or died with him? Or died before? Did he even have a name? Could he see his parents and siblings? Unanswered questions cascade through my thoughts. All that can be seen is his little face, an open mouth with toothless gum, dry lips, a dimpled chin, and a straight nose. And, of course, his eyes! Half-open, tired, without hope, AND DEAD !    Those eyes, that once, would have been bright and shiny at birth, darting from one object to the other. But now, it is so painful to see them. They are so poignant. Once you see them, you won’t be able to forget. And you shouldn’t! Those eyes should keep us awake. Because we have been witness to those eyes becoming lifeless! They demand attention, a lingering reminder of our impotence in preser...