#BRING SHIRI HOME

[wolrith]

there is nothing more to say. the two babies were reportedly murdered in captivity, not in a bombing like hamas reported. and their mother was replaced by a random gazan woman, likely a corpse picked off the street.

there is no measure of condemnation strong enough to express the utter hatred we feel towards hamas. I genuinely have no interest in hearing out the "other side" anymore. This entire ceasefire the gazans have cheered on the cruelty of hamas, unimaginable crimes against humanity being excused and justified for 500 days...

we deserve better, it's time to stop believing any other moot point. we deserve our hostages back, we deserve to live in peace in our homeland, we deserve to fight back when we are attacked so brutally.

and now hamas has announced they are delaying the hostages release until further notice, a blatant cancellation of the signed ceasefire treaty. Make no mistake, this is not a valid means of negotiations, nor is it a retaliation to whatever the fuck they made up.

this is about three factors; psychological terrorism, as hamas repeatedly tried to do, as they pummel the israeli public with shocking announcements and disheartening rituals, like the barbarism displayed at the hostage exchanges.

two, now that they've seized the netzarim corridor, they essentially got what they wanted in their smuggling of ammunition to the north, and the, essentially, blitzkrieg of civilians being sent back to the ruins in the north to make the IDF's job impossible and costly in casualties as they try to avoid the human shield.

three, the bibas family. we've seen the conditions our hostages came back, grown men who've lost half their weight and came back skeletons reminiscent of holocaust survivors. they dont want to admit they killed two infants and their mother in captivity, or they cant find their bodies, or they don't want to give them back if they are alive. the first ceasefire broke down over Hamas violations, when they refused at the last minute to release the bibas family and instead broke down negotiations and started firing rockets.

of the four pictured, only the father returned. kfir, ariel and shiri are all still in captivity, dead or alive, held by hamas like playing cards. and once again they refuse to let them go.

[booknbrew]

"... and to anyone who's asking for revenge on our behalf, there are 73 more hostages that have to be returned. Before anything else".

- Ofri Bibas, sister of Yarden Bibas, sister-in-law of Shiri Bibas, Aunt of Ariel and Kfir Bibas.

[gingerswagfreckles]

Photos taken by me around Columbia University, winter to spring 2024.

I hate you people so fucking much.

[elliebelliegirl]

im shaken for a lot of reasons with the discovery of the six hostages, but i think one of them is that when noa argamani was rescued, some part of me assumed the other faces of the hostages would be too. noa, hersh, and the bibas children are the most well-known hostages. i just thought hersh would come home, like noa did. yes, thinking that way is juvenile.. but still. im now doubly scared for kfir and ariel than i was before

[edenbatavraham]

Argentina remembers Ariel and Kfir 🧡🧡🧡

[adhdnojutsu]

Shiri Bibas and her babies Kfir and Ariel have returned in coffins today. May their memory be a blessing and a wake-up call. The "stop killing babies" crowd has spared them a generous moment of silence lasting 16 months and counting. Rest assured we hear you loud and clear.

PS this is not resistance and also, whether they were killed in an Israeli airstrike is irrelevant because Hamas put them in the line of fire just as deliberately and knowingly as they put their own children in the line of fire.

[tikkunolamresistance]

i’m angry. angrier than i’ve been in a while. i apologize if in the coming days that is reflected in my posting and reblogs.

[loki-god-of-mischief-13]

I never knew the Bibas family but,

When I look at the pictures of Kfir and Ariel I see my little brother when he was their ages.

I see a baby I know who’s only a little younger than Kfir.

I see the kids I teach in Ariel, he looks like he could have very well fit in that class.

I see the faces my mom and moms I know on Shiri.

The Jewish population isn’t large, but we are so connected. It’s something gentiles may not understand. I feel connected to Jews who I haven’t even met. When I look at the faces of the people taken or killed by Hamas I see my cousins in them grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, I see my brothers in them, I see my Jewish friends and I see myself in them.

I am filled with so much anger, but mostly grief and sadness.

On October 7th the Nova festival, a sight I went to, it was one of the biggest attacks that day, it was a musical festival for peace. Some people there were working to try to bring peace to Israel and Palestine, they were part of charities and groups. It was Simchat Torah a happy festival, but it ended in tragedy, with many of those advocating for peace killed or kidnapped.

I do not hate Palestinians, I do not wish death on civilians, I want peace. I want this war to end, for the people to come home, peace and safety for both Israel and Palestine. Even though this is a sad day, I have hope, I have hope for the two state solution and for peace

[sw1tchbackli]

[happynowblog]

[noisyfluff]

This is a story that grips the heart with a sorrow so profound, it echoes through time. This is the tale of Kfir, Ariel, and Shiri Bibas, three souls whose lives were abruptly snatched from the warmth of their home, from the embrace of love, into the cold grip of uncertainty on a day that forever altered their existence.

Kfir, a mere infant with the bright, innocent eyes of one who has only just begun to understand the world, was stolen from the joy of his first steps, from the laughter of playtime, from the simple act of holding his mother's hand. Ariel, with his boundless curiosity, was robbed of the chance to grow, to learn, to love freely in a world he knew as safe. Shiri, the heart of her family, the protector of her children, was taken from the sanctuary of her home, her love and fear etched in the last images we have of her, clutching her children close, a mother's instinct in the face of terror.

Their father, Yarden Bibas, now stands in a life where the laughter of his children is a memory, where the touch of his wife's hand is a ghost of what once was. Released from captivity, he returns to a world that feels half-empty, his heart divided by the reality he must now face. Each day, he wakes to the silence that should be filled with the patter of tiny feet, the call of "Abba" from young voices. Every night, he lies down in a home that is no longer whole, haunted by the absence of his family.

The reality Yarden must accept is one where he must live with the unknown, with the hope that slowly dims against the harsh light of truth. His family, his life, has been shattered into fragments that may never be pieced back together in this life. He must navigate a world where joy is tinged with sorrow, where every moment of peace is a reminder of loss.

Yet, in this darkness, there is a collective vow: "Never forget." Never forget the laughter of Kfir, the dreams of Ariel, the fierce love of Shiri. Never forget the pain of Yarden, a father who must carry the weight of an unfathomable loss. We remember them not just as victims of conflict but as symbols of innocence, of love, of the human spirit's resilience and fragility.

We must honour their memory by speaking their names, by ensuring that their story is not lost to the sands of time or buried beneath the noise of other wars. In every story shared, in every candle lit, in every moment of silence, we keep them alive. We say their names: Kfir, Ariel, Shiri. We hold their memory as a beacon, a call to never let darkness claim the light of innocence again.

Yarden, in his grief, becomes a reminder of the cost of hate, of the price paid in human life and love. His journey is one of survival, of finding a way to breathe again in a world that feels like it should have stopped the moment his family was taken. And as he walks this path, we walk with him, in spirit, in memory, in the undying hope that one day, justice will prevail, and peace will embrace all those who have suffered.

Never forget Kfir, Ariel, and Shiri Bibas. Never forget the father who must live with the echo of their absence. Their story is our story, a testament to the enduring call for a world where such tragedies are no longer written in blood and tears.

[jewishstargal]

Terrified for confirmation on the bibas family. If they’ve been murdered by Hamas, the entire world will mourn.

[andstillwelove]

from Yarden & Shiri’s wedding 🧡

love is eternal

video by @gadelbaz

[zionistgirlie]

וְאָרוּר הָאוֹמֵר: נְקֹם!

נְקָמָה כָזֹאת, נִקְמַת דַּם יֶלֶד קָטָן

עוֹד לֹא־בָרָא הַשָּׂטָן –

וְיִקֹּב הַדָּם אֶת־הַתְּהוֹם!

יִקֹּב הַדָּם עַד תְּהֹמוֹת מַחֲשַׁכִּים,

וְאָכַל בַּחֹשֶׁךְ וְחָתַר שָׁם

כָּל־מוֹסְדוֹת הָאָרֶץ הַנְּמַקִּים. And cursed be he who cries out: Revenge! Vengeance like this, for the blood of a child, Satan has yet to devise. Let the blood fill the abyss! Let it pierce the blackest depths and devour the darkness and eat away and reach the rotting foundations of the earth. Chaim Nachman Bialik - חיים נחמן ביאליק

On the Slaughter - על השחיטה

עודד, שירי, אריאל, כפיר,

סליחה.

[al-kol-eleh]

Aviva Klompas