Two British soldiers picking apples in an orchard. The soldier on the left bites into the fruit as he looks around him, while the other, wearing a kilt, leans up to pick from the higher branches.
This is me and my brother Omar, who married a groom on 5/21/2023💔
and we married a martyr on 11/16/2023.💔😔
This is my brother Omar. I had a friend and support from this cruel world. Omar studied nursing and became a wise man, but the war forced us to leave Gaza and we were displaced to Rafah and went out to get wood. We were targeted by occupation aircraft, and Omar was martyred at that very hour, and I sustained many injuries in all parts of my body. I am suffering even because 😭 I hope you will help me to escape for treatment to any place that has any kind of treatment 💔😭🍉
This is the most comfortable place where I feel comfortable. It is Omar's grave, and I cannot visit it because of my injuries, and I cannot walk to reach the place after my last injury. I hope you will help me collect the coordination grant, which is approximately 5,000 US dollars.💔🍉🇵🇸
These are my injuries, and I mean from all of Halina’s diseases, and I need many operations, and I cannot do them while I am in the Gaza Strip. Please help me escape from Gaza. Help me 💔😭🍉
I beg my kidnappers for a phone, swearing not to make any calls or texts, and they stare over my shoulder, holding a gun to my head as I use my newly-freed hand to post, "So do like, dudes just buy ropes and baklavas from the same store or what lmfao like a specialty Crime Store"
One of the kidnappers says "balaclavas" but it's muffled under the fabric. I ask them to repeat and they do, their voice raspy from disuse. "You wrote baklava, that's a pastry." The other kidnapper goes "stfu" and then after a pause goes "Why would you buy from a crime store"