#know their names

[i-am-aprl]

Here is a list of the names we know from the more than 11,500 Palestinian children killed during Israel’s continuing war on Gaza

[cursedreverie1945]

Just a little of a week ago was the anniversary of the Wannsee Confrence. Fifteen men decided the fate of millions. Barely more than a scratch of a pen against paper and people were doomed.

While there are a few well-known names on here, most of them you won't recognize.

Reinhard Heydrich

Otto Hofmann

Heinrich Müller

Karl Eberhard Schongarth

Gerhard Klopfer

Adolf Eichmann

Rudolf Lange

Georg Leibbrandt

Alfred Meyer

Josef Bühler

Roland Freisler

Wilhelm Stuckart

Erich Neumann

Friedrich Wilhelm Kritzinger

Martin Luther

15 men sealed the fate of those they never met and would never meet.

It didn't take 90 minutes.

[nothingelsetobe]

Palestinian children killed in Israeli attacks in Gaza | Al Jazeera News...

[blubberingjellyfish]

Today, September 11th, it's important to remember those who died as a result of the events that occurred 23 years ago. This includes Arabs and Muslims that the tragedy was used as an excuse to destroy, including those in Palestine.

Below is a list of just a few of the children who didn't even make it to 1 years old due to the genocide. As of now an estimate of 41,000 have died due to the holocaust in Palestine.

They are not numbers. Know their names.

Ryan Abdullah Zakaria

Mian Yahya Youssef Al-Astal

Salam Wael Ahmed Al-Astal

Zien al-Din Suleimen Moin al-Najjar

Yasmine Ramez Abdul Razzaq El Masry

Maria Yasser Kamale Al-Masry

Aisha Jihad Jalal Shaheen

Rahima Saadi Mohammed Shaheen

Mohammed Mamdouh Mohammed Abu Jazar

Bahaa Mustafa Jamal Musa

Rakan Hossam Hussein Musa

Musk Mahmoud Ibrahim Hegazy

Moaz Hani Mohammed Al-Aidi

Qais Ali Nabil Al-Aidi

Nabil Bilal Nabil Al-Aidi

Alma Moamen Mohammed Hamdan

Misk Mohammed Khalil Gouda

Bilal Mohammed Kamal Hamdan

Abdul Rahim Ahmed Abdul Rahim Awad

Tahany Ezz El-Din Ahmed Zoroub

Mohammed Nidal Hisham Atallah

Mustafa Hani Essam Saqallah

Abdul Raouf Ibrahim Abdul Raouf Al-Farra

Mohammed Omar Mustafa Shehab

Sarah Fathi Abdul Karim Al-Farra

Rest in Power all Palestinians who have been murdered by the IOF and the USA. And may those being injured, starved, and raped by the IOF and USA find peace as well.

From the river to the sea, Palestine WILL be free!

[nando161mando]

[angstandhappiness]

PREACH IT PREACH IT PREACH IT ARGH

Al Jazeera posted a long-form article about the Palestinians killed in Israeli attacks on Gaza. It talks about who they were, their hopes and their dreams.

At the bottom, there is a Romanized searchable version of the list of names of people killed in Israeli attacks on Gaza.

The first 7 pages are children below the age of 1.

He didn't even get the chance to be named.

This is a genocide.

FREE PALESTINE

CEASEFIRE NOW

Read the full article here:

[macbethz]

Well I like it but it’s not very well written. Also it’s a visual mess. The plot doesnt make any sense and the creators suck and its politics oscillate from mildly problematic to frankly baffling. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. However. the character

[mintbees]

if i was a popular minecraft youtuber id just tweet "hey guys stop drawing shipping fanart of me and my friends/coworkers, i only fucked one of them and seeing me paired with anyone else is kinda weird and crosses my boundaries" and then i'd turn my phone off

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[byjove]

when I was like 15, a drunk woman I didn’t know at a party who was smoking a cigarette on the porch started randomly opening up to me about her infertility journey and I told her how I was my parents rainbow baby after multiple miscarriages and fertility treatments said not to lose hope. she comforted me about being a strange kid without many friends my age (hence why I was at a party full of adults thrown by my uncle) and told me everything would work out eventually. the next time I saw her like 2 years later (small town, mutual friends) she was carrying her newborn. I think about that a lot. it’s easy to feel disconnected from people and but sometimes just talking to them and hearing their point of view and relating makes you feel less alone. even if you’re only each other’s company for a few moments.

[glitter-stained]

Random goon: Hey boss, were you the one to pick that name as an alias? And why this one?

Red Hood : I used to have another name, before... A long time ago. But that person is dead now. I get to choose for myself now, they can't take that from me. I won't let them.

Goon: Huh.

***

Random Goon: Say boss, why do you never take off your shirt in front of us?

Red Hood: Well uh, I actually have that really fucked scar on my chest and I'm not comfortable with...

Random Goon: Don't worry boss, we get it, you don't have to explain yourself to us.

***

Red Hood, high on some toxin: God, I wish my family...

Random Goon (on boss-sitting duty): why not try reaching out to them?

Red Hood: They would never accept me as I am now... They wouldn't agree with my so-called "life choices". Besides, they don't miss me, they miss the person they think I used to be... I wasn't even a man when I last saw them.

Random Goon: Damn boss, that sucks.

***

And then the goons throw the Red Hood a party on trans visibility day and Jason is so confused he straight up cries.

[ynnu-64]

Tears in my togachaco eyes ,,,

[prlssprfctn]

Since we all agree that people of the Alley of Crime adore Red Hood and believe in him, I think it is time to imagine Jason in a scene similar to the one from OG Spiderman, where his identity is accidentally outted in front of crowd of people, and they all are just choose to protect him and help him out.

So maybe Gotham is facing especially nasty trouble, and vigilantes are on the receiving end this time. So maybe Jason is thrown at the dirty Alley in his part of town, wounded, with helmet flying off, and there is just a crowd of people staring as bleeds out, astonished. And Jason thinks, oh, that's the end — he can go and shoot himself, honestly, because he just failed the man rule every vigilante have: never show your face, never reveal your identity.

But people are... helping him? His eyes are half-open, breath laboured and pained, but all he hears is gentle murmuring:

'God, he is just a kid...'

'He must be younger than my son.'

'Poor child...'

He feels soft elderly hand against his cheek as someone from the crowd, an ex nurse, comes closer to bandage his injuries, while a kid, barely with the size of his helmet, brings it back, sticking out their tongue as they try to place it back on his head, to hide his face.

'It is okay,' the old woman reassures him. 'You are safe with us, son. We hadn't seen anything.'

Jason's eyes sting, because, oh.

It is his people. He loves them. He will die for them.

And they love him just as much.

He still waits for someone to out him, though. But the week ends, the villain is out of the picture, and no one says a thing. The only proof that it ever happened is civilians, who keep waving at Jason — not Red Hood, just Jason — when their paths cross somewhere in the shops or streets.

And that's how he knows that it is them; it is them, and they keep him safe as much as he keeps safe them.