Help to Gaza

Greetings, sister harb

That sounds like a great idea.
Perhaps you can use a fundraising site such as Justgiving to raise funds. That way people can make payments from their bank accounts in a secure way. You can also choose paypal as a payment option - which may be helpful to some people.

Good luck

format_quote Originally Posted by Whatsthepoint

Fundraisng hasn't helped significantly so far.
What Gazans need is a moderate government willing to talk to Israel, allongside with greater pressure on Israel bout the two state solution by the US and the EU.

You are absolutely right. Gazans need moderate government what they already has. By the Isreali side they need moderate government too; now they have far-right one.

Fundraising helps people whose don´t get help from international organizations. I have personally helped families to get windows, buy milk to kids or get needed medical.

Please ask people in your mosques/churches to help. Any kind of help/support/duas/prayers are needed.

format_quote Originally Posted by glo

Greetings, sister harb

That sounds like a great idea.
Perhaps you can use a fundraising site such as Justgiving to raise funds. That way people can make payments from their bank accounts in a secure way. You can also choose paypal as a payment option - which may be helpful to some people.

Good luck

my sister glo

thanks but I don´t use those fundrising sites but my personal contacts to Gaza and aid convoys.

format_quote Originally Posted by jug2009

allah with you sister harb

Ooops.

format_quote Originally Posted by Whatsthepoint

Yes their new government is a right one, with the foreign minister Lieberman being a particular sham.
The guy comes to Europe and demans the continent put more pressure on Iran, during the war they demanded additional pressure on Hamas and when the commissioner Ferrero Waldner said no new progress will be made without the Israeli side clearly backing the two state solution Israel said Europe should keep its criticism of the jewish state at a minimum or risk losing the status of a peace partner.

I know but my means with this are not political. laying: Just helping families.

This is part of my campaing; simple stories from Gazans whose are still live unders unfair siege. This is sister Eman S.

From Gaza:

Massacre of the Black Saturday

Eman Sourani

On December 27, 2008. The attacks began around the time 11:00 am. That time that children were leaving schools, students were leavening universities and everyone was trying to live his day just as a normal day.
The day before the attack Israeli government was talking about an ceasefire, and then we were all shocked when it was the time for random air raids, explosions and demolition everywhere. Nobody understood what was happening! We had no options but to be killed, injured, or keep running and screaming avoiding the glass and stones everywhere. In addition to that, the most terrifying thing was the total destruction; every city in Gaza Strip was under fire at the same time.

In fact, the Gazans used to hear about an invasion maybe south, north or east Gaza that continues three or at last five days and the Israel's occupation forces leave the place. But this time it was the longest and most horrifying ever!!! Therefore, every one was waiting for the end; everybody was ready anytime that he or she might be the next target. The main intention for that attack was unclear even for the so called Israelis themselves. What does it mean to that mosques, UN schools, factories, civil associations or even universities to be heavily bombed? What about civilians who were continuously be threaten by phone calls at the midnight in the most awful psychological pressures and war.

People of Gaza were livening days that will not be forgotten, there was No cooking gas, No electricity, a curfew after 6:00 pm that nobody was dare to go outside home, terrifying nights for children, women, and men and for school/university students who were supposed to study hard for the second term exams as students were always thinking about our future.
How that will be fine under the ongoing worsening situation, moreover that miserable state when you keep listening to the radio for the latest situation on the ground through Breaking News and shocked that maybe your uncle, brother, or your friend was killed. And the important thing to mention is that the Israel occupation forces used a new weapon; not for destruction, explosions or demolition, actually, that weapon was for burning "mankind burning", phosphorus was the new weapon that was just targeted Gazans as guinea pig to see how its effective. Phosphorescence was seen every night and day and till now the hospitals full of infectors suffer from cancer.
The war imposed on Gaza, military air fighters in the air, tanks invaded the ground and battleships in the sea .

After 22 days of the aggression; on January 18th, 2009, the Israeli death toll stood at 1445 people killed and 5300 civilian as casualties. And above all 1.4 million people who living in Gaza are psychologically destroyed with minimum hopes of better of future.

this reminds of a testinomy i wrote (sister from Gaza)

this is about the first day of the war


It was 27/12/2008 , it was a sunny day in the season of winter , it was a normal morning, I was studying , my brothers went to their work , my nephews and nieces went to their schools too , everything was as every day's routine , this routine was broken by sudden explosions at 11:30 a.m., I said explosions because I am not sure of a certain number of how many they were , I am a Gazan , I am a Palestinian too , but that does not mean that I must not be frightened , I am a normal girl anyway , I cried , yea , I really did , it was not the first time I have cried , I used to do so when I hear the voice of the F-16 , Helicopter and Apache . I started to be more worried , all the students left their schools , but my little niece did not, my brothers did not come back too , all I could do crying and making Dua' , ah , she came back , her face was not the one I used to know , my brothers too come back after an hour .
It was 12:30 , but till that moment we could not know what was going on , what these explosions for , of course , we could not , two years of Gaza siege have deprived us from

the electricity and from watching T.V. but there was a radio , it was a real shock to hear the number of martyrs , at first I said that there must be a mistake , but when the power was on and I saw the pictures of the martyrs , I uttered no word , I said it was enough to hear that number and see the damage of the security headquarters in every place in Gaza Strip , my cousin was one of the 100 martyr of that day , till now , I cannot believe that he was martyred , but I must do, I felt that I wanted to cry , but I could not , I thought that it was enough for that day , it was a tiring day , at the end of this day I could say that the Zionists did damage all Hamas security headquarters and Qassam rockets launchers at the same minute not the same hour , approximately , 50 military aircraft destroyed 100 target in 30 min. It was just the beginning , it was the fisrt day of the 22 days of the war on Gaza , of course if I have another chance to talk about every single day through the war , I won't stop writing .All in all , this war does not keep us away from getting our rights to have a free Palestine , resistance does not stop and it will not If Allah wills.


brb to write about the siege

Gaza Under the Israeli Siege
By Islam - a sister from Gaza

May be if you are with a foreigner he'd ask you a general question ,as usual, to break the ice between you and him. This question is more likely to be "what is your country like?" Your answer as Gazan would unquestionably be different from other people's answers in the world; this is not because Gazans are different from other people on the earth ,but it's because Gazans have been leading exceptional hard times for more than a couple of years due to the inequitable and inhumane siege imposed over it. This unjustified and arrogant siege has obviously affected the entire life of Gazans on all fields especially their economy and mental health.

The effect of this sever Israeli closure upon Gaza can be clearly manifested through setting our eyes on the mental health of the people of Gaza. They have been suffering from occupation for ages ,also they have been receiving disaster after another; most of the people of Gaza have gone through hardships along their lifetime, some of them lost people from the dearest and nearest , others lost their homes and others lost their hope and ambition. This siege has come to add insult to injury by controlling every bits and pieces of the life, it's rather taken effect on what to eat , what to drink and even what kind of air to have. Imagine human beings leading such life of suppression and inequity, how would their mental health be then? The answer is rather clear and obvious that the mental health of the people of Gaza has been down in the dumps due to this ****ed unreasonable blockade.

format_quote Originally Posted by .:Maariyah:.

SubhanAllah..May Allah reward you for your good intentions. Ameen.

Thank you sister.

Translation to French:

Ce genre d'histoires que j'ai déjà reçu de mes amis de la bande de Gaza:

Massacre du samedi noir

Eman Sourani

En Décembre 27, 2008. Les attaques ont commencé au moment 11h00. Ce temps que les enfants quittent les écoles, les étudiants des universités ont été levain et tout le monde s'efforce de vivre sa journée comme une journée normale.
Le jour avant l'attaque du gouvernement israélien a parlé à propos d'un cessez-le-feu, puis nous avons tous été choqués quand on a le temps de hasard de raids aériens, des explosions et de démolition partout. Personne n'a compris ce qui se passait! Nous n'avions pas de choix mais d'être tués, blessés, ou de garder en marche et d'éviter de crier au verre et des pierres partout. En plus de cela, le plus terrifiant, c'est la destruction totale, chaque ville dans la bande de Gaza était sous le feu en même temps.

En fait, les Gazaouis l'habitude d'entendre au sujet d'une invasion peut-être sud, du nord ou l'est de Gaza, qui continue à trois ou cinq derniers jours et le retrait d'Israël, les forces d'occupation quittent l'endroit. Mais cette fois, il a été la plus longue et la plus horrible jamais! Par conséquent, chacun est en attente de la fin, tout le monde était prêt à tout moment qu'il ou elle pourrait être la prochaine cible. Le principal objectif de cette attaque n'est pas clair, même pour ce qu'on appelle les Israéliens eux-mêmes. Qu'est-ce que cela signifie pour que les mosquées, les écoles des Nations Unies, les usines, les associations de la société civile ou encore les universités à être lourdement bombardée? Qu'en est-il des civils qui étaient continuellement menacés par des appels téléphoniques à minuit dans le plus horrible des pressions psychologiques et de la guerre.

Population de la bande de Gaza ont été animation jours qui ne seront pas oubliés, il n'y a pas de cuisson à gaz, ni électricité, un couvre-feu après 6:00 pm que personne ne va oser l'extérieur de la maison, terrifiantes nuits pour les enfants, les femmes et les hommes et pour l'école / étudiants universitaires qui étaient censés étudier dur pour le second terme des examens que les étudiants ont toujours été de penser à notre avenir.
Comment amende qui sera en cours dans le cadre de la détérioration de la situation, par ailleurs, que l'état misérable quand vous tenir à l'écoute de la radio pour la dernière situation sur le terrain par le biais de Breaking News et choqué que, peut-être votre oncle, un frère, ou votre ami a été tué. Et la chose importante à mentionner est que les forces d'occupation d'Israël a utilisé une nouvelle arme, pas de destruction, d'explosions ou de démolition, de fait, cette arme a été pour la gravure de «l'humanité de combustion", le phosphore est la nouvelle arme qui a été ciblée de Gaza vient de cobaye de voir comment son efficacité. Phosphorescence a été observée toute la nuit et du jour, et jusqu'à maintenant le plein de infectant les hôpitaux souffrent de cancer.
La guerre imposée à la bande de Gaza, l'armée l'air de combattants dans l'air, les réservoirs ont envahi le terrain et dans la mer cuirassés.

Après 22 jours de l'agression, le 18 Janvier 2009, le nombre de victimes israéliennes s'élève à 1445 morts et 5300 blessés en tant que civil. Et par-dessus tout 1,4 millions de personnes qui vivent dans la bande de Gaza sont détruites psychologiquement, avec un minimum d'espoir d'un meilleur avenir.

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rappelle de ce testinomy j'ai écrit (la sœur de la bande de Gaza)

il s'agit de la première journée de la guerre


Il est 27/12/2008, il a été une journée ensoleillée dans la saison d'hiver, c'était un matin normal, j'étais étudiant, mes frères sont allés à leur travail, mes neveux et nièces sont allés à leurs écoles aussi, tout était comme tous les journée de routine, cette routine a été brisée par des explosions soudaines à 11h30, j'ai dit que les explosions, parce que je ne suis pas sûr d'un certain nombre de combien ils étaient, je suis un habitant de Gaza, je suis un Palestinien, mais cela ne signifie pas que je ne dois pas avoir peur, je suis une fille normale de toute façon, j'ai pleuré, oui, je suis vraiment, ce n'était pas la première fois que j'ai pleuré, j'ai utilisé pour ce faire, quand j'entends la voix de la F-16, hélicoptères et Apache. J'ai commencé à être plus inquiets, tous les élèves ont quitté leurs écoles, mais ma petite nièce n'a pas, mes frères n'ont pas revenir trop, tout ce que j'ai pu faire pleurer et faire Dua ', ah, elle est revenue, son visage n'est pas le J'ai utilisé un savoir, mes frères aussi de revenir au bout d'une heure.
Il était 12h30, mais jusqu'à ce moment, nous ne pouvions pas savoir ce qui se passait, ce que ces explosions, bien entendu, nous ne pouvions pas, deux ans de siège de Gaza ont privé de nous

l'électricité et de regarder la télévision mais il y avait une radio, il a été un véritable choc pour connaître le nombre de martyrs, d'abord, j'ai dit qu'il doit y avoir une erreur, mais lorsque le pouvoir a été et j'ai vu les images des martyrs, Je ne dit mot, j'ai dit que c'était assez d'entendre que le nombre et voir les dommages de quartier général de la sécurité en tout lieu dans la bande de Gaza, mon cousin a été l'un des 100 martyrs de ce jour, jusqu'à maintenant, je ne peux pas croire qu'il a été martyr, mais je dois faire, je sentais que j'avais envie de pleurer, mais je ne pouvais pas, je pensais que c'était assez pour cette journée, ce fut une journée fatigante, à la fin de cette journée, je pourrais dire que les sionistes ne dommages tous les quartiers généraux de sécurité du Hamas et les lanceurs de roquettes Qassam, à la même minute de ne pas la même heure, environ, 50 avions militaires détruit 100 cible en 30 min. C'était juste le début, il a été la Première journée de la 22 jours de la guerre sur la bande de Gaza, bien sûr, si j'ai une autre occasion de parler chaque jour à travers la guerre, je ne vais pas arrêter d'écrire. Au total, ce la guerre ne tient pas nous empêcher de faire de nos droits d'avoir une Palestine libre, la résistance ne s'arrête pas et il ne sera pas si Allah veut.


brb d'écrire à propos du siège

(my special thanks to brother who translated this)

translation to Malay:

Pada hari 27 Disember 2008, Israel menyerang Gaza dalam sekitar 11 pagi. Pada waktu itu, budak-budak kecil lagi pulang dari sekolah, pelajar-pelajar universiti lagi pulang dari university dan semua orang sedang menjalani hidup seperti hari-hari biasa yang lain.

Satu hari sebelum serangan itu , kerajaan Israel sedang berunding tentang gencatan senjata dengan Palestine. Sebab itu, kita berasa terperanjat dengan serangan Israel dari udara, menyebabkan letupan and kehancuran untuk berlaku di setiap kawasan. Tiada orang yang mengetahui apa sebenarnya sedang berlaku. Suasana menjadi begitu teruk sehingga kita tidak mempunyai pilihan lain lagi, kecuali dibunuh, dicederai atau lari dan menjerit sambil mengelak dari kaca-kaca dan batu yang bertebangan . Tambahan lagi, yang paling menyeramkan ialah apabila saya melihat kehancuran di merata tempat dan setiap kawasan berada dalam kebakaran dalam waktu yang sama.

Sebenarnya, Penduduk Gaza sudah biasa dicerobohi di selatan, utara atau di timor Gaza selama 3 atau 5 hari dan selepas itu pasukan Israel akan meninggalkan kawasan tersebut. Tetapi kali ini , ia terjadi begitu lama sekali dan ia sungguh menyeramkan. Maka saat itu, kita bersiap sedia kerana mungkin kita akan menjadi sasaran seterusnya.Sebab kenapa Palestin diserang juga itu tidak diketahui oleh rakyat Israel sendiri . Apakah maksud sebalik mesjid, sekolah-sekolah UN, jabatan-jabatan kerajaan atau Universiti dibom dengan teruk sekali? Kami juga diancam pada tengah malam dengan panggilan telefon sehingga menyebabkan kami berada dalam tekanan psikologi yang sangat teruk sekali.

Penduduk Gaza menghadapi saat-saat yang tidak bisa dilupakan sama sekali. Gas memasak dan sumber elektrik itu pun sudah tidak ada. Penduduk Gaza juga tidak dibenarkan untuk keluar selepas jam enam petang dan tiada orang juga berani untuk membuat demikian. Malam menjadi sungguh menyeramkan bagi anak-anak, wanita-wanita , lelaki-lelaki dan juga kepada pelajar-pelajar sekolah yang sepatutnya lagi belajar bersungguh-sungguh untuk peperiksaan yang akan datang .

Satu benda yang harus dikatakan ialah pasukan Israel juga menggunakan senjata yang baru, bukan untuk kebinasaan atau letupan tetapi untuk membakar manusia. Senjata baru itu ialah Kimia Phophorus. Ia telah dilontarkan ke atas penduduk Gaza pada tiap-tiap malam untuk melihat samaada kimia itu effektif atau tidak. Itu seolah-olah membuat penduduk Gaza sebagai guinea pig .

Pada haribulan 18 Januari, seramai 1445 rakyat Palestin mati dan 5300 cedera , termasuk 1.4 juta penduduk Gaza yang tidak mempunyai harapan yang tinggi terhadap masa depan mereka.

(my special thanks to brother from Singapore, who helped me and translated this to malay language)

Memories Of War


I would believe they had been mere memories if I am not recording them it on this paper, but the rigorous reality of the not mere memories made me shudder at each trivial detail that is no more so since it has been fetched by 'war'!

27th December; the day I had decided to start reading my lessons that I will be well prepared for the exams which would commence a week afterwards. I arose from my sleep enraged by a peddler whose coarse sound was a main part of one of fairy dreams. I had desired these fairy dreams for a short while before they turned to be the green meadows that paved the lane to hellish nightmares.

Struggling over my tricky habits of wasting time, I could finally lay hold of my 'Study Skills' book and focus on what is between the two covers of it. At 12:35 exactly three or more delusive circles were drawn while I, to some extent, had got engaged in some false stuff of 'how to manage your time', 'how to prepare for exams' and such boring how-to! Fortunately, it had not been so long before I was twice plucked out of my engagement: first by the shouting of two of my younger sisters quarreling over whose turn it is to sweep the flour which caused furiousness in my eyes as I need to focus on studying! This furiousness was ostensibly observed by them; they sank, therefore, into absolute silence. The second is impossible to write 'Memories of War' without. Amid the aversion I was soaking into, I was awaken by a very huge bomb which was immediately then followed by another more terror-stricken explosion. The terror that occupied me at that moment was horribly increasing by hearing another bomb and another one, and then it was normally increasing as a response of not hearing a new bomb but more of presaging it. That series of blasts and the fright it caused in few seconds, no more that 15 seconds, vanished at a wink of an eye. I was heart-stricken and I am not ashamed to confess it, but I was in a more desperate position that I could not even reveal my fright since I was, at sudden, surrounded by my two of my sisters who you could within easy reach grasp their terror. It was certainly hard moments that I had never passed through before, and I still could utilize them as a chance of growing the skill I always lacked, in fact I still lack, self-control. I, then, was obliged to play the role of the father, who was not thereat, and the ideal big brother, so I cleared my throat to conceal any mark of fear which might spoil the whole sketch! I raised my voice and said: 'why you look frightened? Come on, easy gals; we have gotten experienced to this. It is only some air raids, and therrr… a more horrific blast struck the area. This time the hair-raising bomb left me no choice but to move hence and forth as a nomad; it was some tricky strategy of mine to release some of the unrestrained terror inside me. My terror, after all, would have been disclosed by the beats of my heart. For their part, my sisters were still surrounding me: the smallest, grapping to the waist of the elder is shrieking and shedding tears; the middle, is staring with stupidity she had never been described of, and the elder sister was odd habitually as she seemed more of pluck than I am. This scene seemed had drawn an end each five-minute silence took over of the area; however, this silence was broken by another blast.

While listening to the news, I was stunned by the number of the martyrs who where killed in the first two targets. 45! Leaning on the couch, I thought over these bodies before they got to their work; when they were hit by the warplanes, the moment their souls were rising to their creator! I pored over their families the moment they received the news of their loss. It was a real hard fact we had to believe. I had soon to be more sullen by the new number of the overall slain half an hour after the first air raid. 90 slain! That was the new statistics by its hearing I felt this is all a trick played on me. It was unbelievable critical times.

I trained myself from hearing the first blast on not to react to it, even if it was unwittingly, since I would be hearing them for not a very short time. Moreover, the sounds of shelling, the hovering of a helicopter, the humming of a drone, gun firing and sounds alike had become a constituent part of an awful symphony being played compulsorily to the audience. We seemed unconsciously have changed the songs of Fairouz and Um Kalthoum to the new obligatory rhythm of life. As for my eyes, the smoke which aroused in the wake of every raid had set itself in the iris of my eye as it had been a new partition of eye! The scenes on TV of blood, debris, fire, ambulances, from the very first day of the war, had replaced the prior common views of damask series, football matches, cartoon films …

Among my befuddlement, the first day had come to an end with the latest statistics of 190 martyrs. My baffling at that time had no limits, and so did the gloomy day. The sun of a new day arose, though, and the melancholy of a new day had started from the early hours by each new bullet fired at a human body. It started by each new shelling targeted a humanitarian institution. It started by each new bomb blown up in one of the mosques across the city. It started by each tear dropped on the cheeks of a distressed mother mourning her young man and whom she had spent days and nights breastfeeding.

I was, by no intention of mine, getting in the rut of the new daily life, and my grief as it seemed to me didn't change. I could found a logical interpretation of this that kept me from taking the leave of my senses. I referred this that humans, sooner or later, would be accustomed to a new system by their nature. My grief was so deep when hearing the first statistics of 45 martyrs. Then, being a human, this had been sort of normal. My grief should diminish gradually as I am getting a part of the new system. However, it had not decreased as the number was gradually increasing. As a logical result of being human, my grief stayed at the same level! However, I always believe I am inanimate.

One of the most terrifying times was the scene of 6th day of the war 1:30 am. I was struggling over my most odious enemy: tedium. Since we had the power on two to three hours daily, I was able neither to watch TV, to use the computer, nor even to go through the files I had kept on my mobile. I decided to read a novel by Mahmud Darwish called 'Memory of Forgetfulness'. I used to read while listening to music which is the rhythm of my ordinary life. Presently while reading this novel, I still kept my habit of listening to the rhythm of the new life, and it was so gentle feelings overcoming me. These subtle feelings broke while hearing a horrible blast whose echoes still penetrate my ears this moment. New feelings of confusion and terror and a state of unconscious took place of the prior. I immediately headed to the window in the direction from which the sound had come as my ears gained a new faculty of determining the target area once I heard the blast. Over there, I could clearly sight the view of a tremendous fire. It was an orange fire stained with red and blood-red spots. In the very far, it was burning and ballooning in the middle of a very black sky. While amid an absolute silence the hovering of Apaches arose to break through the view. At that moment, I ensured I would bear that view in my mind throughout my life.

As I am writing this and listening to music of 'La Trio Joubran', I have gained back the genuine rhythm of my life. While recalling the past war, I could convince myself of having an experience many greats have not had. I sliced though it with more pride of being one of its indigenous people. The war which was declared against unarmed people to eradicate their identity turned to be a war they proudly recall each minor detail of it. They glorify the terror it caused; they admire the baffling it left them in; they praise the martyrs killed defending their land: the Land on which was inscribed with the blood of its slains: 'Long Live Life'. This war left them no choice but to be more resolute on returning their rights which once were forcibly taking from them.


Mohamed Suliman
5th July 2009
Gaza

The Misery of Tickets...

By; Eman Sourani

A lot of people… men, and women, old and even children stand within a Line. A scene that I'm used to see repeated from time to time in Gaza , similar to that one in Hollywood in front of Kodak theatre or in Chicago near Auditorium stage or that one in London there in front of Empire Theatre all waiting for tickets.; but the fact is that, tickets differs, those tickets in The Gaza Strip are unique and special ones.


Since 2006, when the so called 'Israel' has imposed the apartheid siege on Gaza Strip, which has created a profound human dignity crisis.
People are living sleepless nights thinking of the coming hours of being one of those who join the Line in order to have A Ticket.
Subvention and food aids that people used to have since a long time just bring up the same scene that was familiar in 1948. In consequence of absence of work, there is no either money or food, as UN last 2008 report confirms that the unemployment rate in the Gaza Strip now stands at 45 %, higher than anywhere else in the world!

Recently around 95 % of all factories operating in Gaza have been closed down. Moreover, the repeated closure of electricity and fuel sources has also contributed to bringing out the reality that the Gazans are really in need for that unique Ticket.
So a man in Gaza, who has lost his work whether in Israel or, his factory has been destroyed or maybe the cruel, racist policy has swept his land away, nowadays, has to be one of those in a line waiting for the Ticket.

A woman in Gaza, who may have lost her husband as a martyr or has been thrown in a jail by accusation of nothing also she, is a part of the Line.
Youth guys who left the school or the university simply because they can't endure the expenses, and by this he has lost the right to Education. Instead of that, he is standing strayed trying to find a logic explanation of being in such Line. And of course, the scene must not left without mentioning to those little men and women who are considered as the legend of the conflict unfortunately, they are part of that Line.

In fact, these tickets are useless since there is no work. The Gaza Strip need to be build again especially a after the last massacre 2009. Many famous political characters visited Gaza and unfortunately the result was nothing but romantic speech.
If it is known that the Gazans only solicitude is just to eat, so unfortunately, this tragedy scene will still for a long long coming years and Gaza will never get a decisive end for that misery of Tickets ' the civilized begging policy'.