REMEMBER how they bombed the upturned fishing boats on the beach.
Fishermen’s boats, not threatening anyone, but a means of keeping some families alive.
Was Hamas napping under the upturned boats? Perhaps the boats themselves were Hamas.

REMEMBER how they blew up all the universities, burned the libraries, Hamas lurking in the books. How hospital after hospital they attacked.
A red line. A war crime.
How they shot and killed doctors, nurses, patients, abducted hundreds more, tortured and raped them.
Hamas, Hamas, Hamas.

REMEMBER how they left all those ICU babies to die.
And how they shot Miss Elham Farah in the street.
Tiny Miss Elham, a Christian descendant of the very first and oldest Christians in the world.
84 years old, the beloved music teacher of Gaza, left to slowly die on the road
Was she hiding Hamas in her beloved accordion, or in the songs she taught the children of Gaza.

REMEMBER 4-year-old Faisil who watched them shoot his parents, shoot his pregnant mother in the stomach. Yes, even babies in the womb are terrorists, they say.

REMEMBER how America, Germany and the UK kept sending the weapons no matter what HORROR was committed, what red line crossed, no matter how many children were slaughtered, no matter how much the whole world screamed, REMEMBER? Don’t ever forget.

REMEMBER how they terrorised everyone to Rafah and called it a “Safe Zone” and then dropped bombs on families in tents.
TWO THOUSAND POUND AMERICAN BOMBS burning them alive in Rafah, in Al-Mawasi, in tents, in schools, at play, at prayer, in the night, in fretful sleep.
Remember, don’t ever forget. It was NEVER about Hamas

A year on, my neighbour says his head feels broken, his little boy – too young to fully know – won’t go near McDonalds ever again, drink Fanta or Coca Cola – wiser than many.
We’re still on the streets in our hundreds of thousands, hearts broken, but full of love, full of rage and resistance.

We see our Palestinian sisters and brothers, their grace, their gratitude.
I’m so ashamed. I don’t know what to say, and they remind us – these beautiful, proud, gentle people – every day why we must keep on, carry their voices, their pain, their cause, a cause we know well.
Zionism will fall. Zionism is mid-fall.

REMEMBER, we are the MANY. They are the FEW.
We are the many, we will see this through till, as the Bible says, the land will vomit them out. The land will vomit them out.

The land that knows its people will vomit them out.

– Áine Hayden

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MAA: I took the liberty of adding some links to online articles and a video to provide more information.

In memory of the victims and in solidarity with the survivors.