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Caroline
@carolinejs.bsky.social
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Assoc Prof @tcddublin | Disability Rights in Humanitarian Action | Communication Disability | Ac. lead Trinity-WFP partnership (2020-2024) | Human Rights | just finished an LL.M
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carolinejs.bsky.social
A future in which we survived this co-struggle shimmers in this poem by @khawlabadwan.bsky.social

“One day that's not here yet
we will use the past tense
announcing the fall of this evil
We shall teach our children
how humanity survived…”
Past Tense One day that's not here yet we will use the past tense announcing the fall of this evil We shall teach our children how humanity survived, how our memory, history, language, order, and hope had miraculously made it through all the travelling bombs And we shall hold them dear, and hold them tight One day the past tense of the very far future that speaks of this present shall become victorious Until we write in the past tense, we sit in the present, struggling together in com-passion against this forced amnesia. We strugglED together some of us shall say with the heaviest use and the hardest use of the past tense. Khawla in Grief
November 24, 2025 at 9:46 PM
carolinejs.bsky.social
“A different world is possible”

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No stopping, keep telling. Together we can birth a different world.
Telling These are telling times These are times of telling Do the telling of Gaza that is the world of Palestine that has shown a world we weren't ready to see. Ow o.r. l d! Ruptured and broken Ignorance of the other isn't a strategy for survival', those before us told us. A different world is possible Keep Telling. Khawla in Grief
November 7, 2025 at 7:37 AM
carolinejs.bsky.social
“The Gaza Famine is the world's famine. It is a famine that asks 'but what did you do?' A famine that will and must haunt us all. […] It is a famine that therefore also asks'.... and what now will you do?'

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Please read the IPC report, cover to cover. Read it in sorrow and in anger. Not as words and numbers but as names and lives. Be in no doubt that this is irrefutable testimony. It is a famine. The Gaza Famine. It is a famine that we could have prevented, if we had been allowed. Yet food stacks up at borders because of systematic obstruction by Israel. It is a famine within a few hundred metres of food, in a fertile land. It is a famine that hits the most vulnerable first. Each with a name, each with a story. That strips people of dignity before it strips them of life. That forces a parent to choose which child to feed. That forces people to risk their lives to seek food. It is a famine that we repeatedly warned of. But that the international media has not been allowed in to cover. To bear witness. It is a famine in 2025. A 21st century famine watched over by drones and the most advanced military technology in history. It is a famine openly promoted by some Israeli leaders as a weapon of war. It is a famine on all of our watch. Everyone owns this. The Gaza Famine is the world's famine. It is a famine that asks 'but what did you do?' A famine that will and must haunt us all. It is a predictable and a preventable famine. A famine caused by cruelty, justified by revenge, enabled by indifference and sustained by complicity. It is a famine that must spur the world to more urgent action. That must shame the world to do better. It is a famine that therefore also asks'. ... and what now will you do?' My ask, my plea, my demand to Prime Minister Netanyahu and anyone who can reach him: Enough. Ceasefire. Open the crossings, north and south, all of them. Let us get food and other supplies in, unimpeded and at the massive scale required. End the retribution. It is too late for far too many. But not for everyone in Gaza. Enough. For humanity's sake, let us in. - Tom Fletcher, UN Humanitarian Chief
August 23, 2025 at 8:52 AM
carolinejs.bsky.social
“The loneliness of awaiting death”

Another poem from @khawlabadwan.bsky.social
that excavates words to put to this unfathomable collective grief.

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Lost eyes I look at my grey city with my lost eyes twinkling with trapped tears unready to fall but forming in fear Eyes around me are twinkling too It's the ritual of collective mourning The loneliness of awaiting death. The death of our city the daily show brought to you, fellow humans, by so many global fingerprints bombing their traces through our broken walls on top of our unburied bones. I hold my lost eyes so they stay on the wall unable to count its bricks as the thoughts race the beats And they both fail before the flying bullets. Khawla in Grief
August 21, 2025 at 9:32 AM
carolinejs.bsky.social
“Be a bridge with a voice”

Beautiful and sobering poem from @khawlabadwan.bsky.social, reposted with alt-text

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Shackles and borders قيود وحدود In memory of Anas Al Sharif, the Voice of Gaza And Al Jazeera Journalist murdered by Israel 10 August 2025. Anas spoke of shackles The chains of silence The shame of living Don't let the shackles silence you, he instructed all of you He threw the shackles holding his words under drones and threat calls And with his words he left the prophecy of freedom Be a bridge that knows no border Be a light that spreads as it crosses Be a voice that tells of Gaza Be a bridge with a voice radiating with light Khawla in Grief
August 12, 2025 at 10:08 AM
carolinejs.bsky.social
Another strong, beautiful truth amid a genocide: “Palestine is already recognised.”

To recognise, by Khawla Badwan, reposted with alt text
To recognise ان يتم الاعتراف To recognise the right for a people to exist in their land having endured injustices of 77 years and eternity A history wiped out by an empire of declarations and promises to give what they don't own A present absented by the same empire playing impartiality tricks full of arms and spies In our thousands, in our millions we are all Palestinians Palestine is already recognised. Khawla in Grief
July 30, 2025 at 8:40 AM
carolinejs.bsky.social
Beautiful poem from @khawlabadwan.bsky.social capturing the truth that one day we will reach Gaza.

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Will Go We will go again by sea, by land to the streets and everywhere They cut off Gaza And we bring her to every corner in this violent web once called 'a global world' We will walk to borders uncrossable where freedom is impossible We will keep trying, never accepting helplessness as life We carry hearts and know to smile One day, we know, we will reach Gaza And we shall smile without handcuffs
June 10, 2025 at 1:29 PM