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Elia Ayoub (he/him)

Incredibly, surreally: I just posted the Primo Levi poem when I saw this post by a Gazan collective on Twitter.

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Text: Martyrs of Gaza &
@GazaMartyrs
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Before you lay your head on your
comfortable pillow and bed, remember that
here we sleep in the streets with nothing
but a piece of cloth to protect us from
bombings, missiles, and fire. Our children
sleep hungry; a mother sleeps crying for her
children who were killed; a wife mourns her
husband who was taken from her; and a
man grieves for his family that Israel has
destroyed.
Here, we sleep to the sights of death and
wake up to them. You watch us, and some
of you engage with us, but by the next day,
the images of our deaths are forgotten.
Thank you all for your messages and
support, but nothing is worth the risk
because tomorrow we will be forgotten.
22:51 • 13/08/2024 From Earth • 43K Views
Text: Shema
by Primo Levi
You who live secure
In your warm houses
Who return at evening to find
Hot food and friendly faces:
Consider whether this is a man,
Who labours in the mud
Who knows no peace
Who fights for a crust of bread
Who dies at a yes or a no.
Consider whether this is a woman,
Without hair or name
With no more strength to remember
Eyes empty and womb cold
As a frog in winter.
Consider that this has been:
I commend these words to you.
Engrave them on your hearts
When you are in your house, when you walk on your way,
When you go to bed, when you rise.
Repeat them to your children.
Or may your house crumble,
Disease render you powerless,
Your offspring avert their faces from you.
Translated by Ruth Feldman And Brian Swann
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Elia Ayoub (he/him)

Today’s footage from the hell that is Israel’s genocide in Gaza is the corpse of a young boy. He has no bottom as it was blown off in a blast. They found his head and torso on a tree branch and his legs on the ground.

I’m so sorry little boy. I’m so so sorry.

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