Furqan Shaikh

Thank you, Prime Minister Carney!

I applaud your leadership and Canada’s shining example.

Now let’s do what we can do get the aid-givers in and the warmongers out.

Does he think admitting this now will help him sleep at night, rescue his reputation, or save his soul? Sorry, but none of the above.

The Arabic in the poster translates to “The New Gaza.” Notice the callous, sardonic, and villainous tone.

Send Trump to Canada!

Once again, you can see Israel’s influence at the core of American politics.

The demands on Harvard centred on “combating antisemitism,” which is code for suppressing any criticism of Israel’s genocide on Gaza.

If Americans don’t see it now, they never will.

Why is the news still calling him “man mistakenly deported to El Salvador”? Doesn’t he have a name?

Israel insisted for twenty years that it wasn’t occupying Gaza.

If you can turn off all the electricity, internet, food, water, medicine, and aid getting to a place at will, you’re occupying it.

Look who just earned my vote.

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Number of Israel’s proven lies: too many to count

Number of consequences: 0

And another one 👇

The US waited until its target entered a building full of innocent civilians and then bombed the entire building.

Where have we seen that before?

Remember when “Israel doesn’t bomb hospitals” was a thing Israelis said with stubborn pride, even against all evidence to the contrary?

They’re not even pretending at morality anymore.

50,000 is the number most often quoted as the number of people killed during the Crusader invasion of Jerusalem in 1099 AD.

We still remember that almost a thousand years later.

No! There’s usually too many semi-colons.

I used to love Holocaust films. “Schindler’s List” and “Life is Beautiful” were among my favourite movies. But now I can’t watch them. I see them as propaganda pieces meant to manufacture support for a present-day genocide by evoking sympathy for the victims of a historical one.

A Poem for Palestine 🧵

We sat as one, my child, my wife
In quiet joy, a peaceful life
Then came a sound, a heavy knock
The door swung wide, unasked, unlocked

A family walked in through our door
Set up their camp upon our floor
We stood in shock, unsure, afraid,
Yet kindness bid us let them stay

Democrats, if your philosophy is “Rock bottom is a great foundation on which to build”… well, you’re almost there.

Nobody helped, no voices rose
The world had left me with my woes.
And so I lay upon the floor
With wounds that bled forevermore

And when I die, he'll have it all
The land, the rubble, the blood-stained walls.
He'll have "peace" within the home he stole
But never, I pray, within his soul.

END

"We won't spread your lies and rants
We've all heard your violent chants."
They turned to him. "Oh, you poor dear!
How do you ever persevere?"

"It's hard," he sighed. "Its truly hard
"They hate us just for who we are."
And when the neighbors had all gone
He sneered "It's time to mow the lawn."

"There's nowhere left for us to stand!"
He shot once more, this time my hand.
The neighbors came to hear his tale,
Of how we harmed him, made him frail.

"They throw stones," they all declared
"Unprovoked, barbaric, unfair."
"But don't you see?" I tried to cry,
"My family starves, we slowly die!"

One day, in pain, I made a stand
With all I had - a rock in hand.
I threw it hard, it struck his nose,
He raised his gun, out rang the blows.

A shot went by, by heart went numb
The bullet struck - it found my son.
"You shot my child!" I cried and kneeled
"Well... you used him as a shield!"

"And me?" I asked, my voice in dread
The officer left, no word was said.

Each day the tape moved inch by inch,
Until our space was just a pinch.

We had no light, no food, no air,
They gave us water when they cared.
We begged for help, we sent a plea
But neighbors denied our misery

"Half is fair," the stranger beamed
"Half is great," the officer deemed
"But half is loss when all was mine!"
They called me cruel. I'd crossed a line

"Seems like you won't seek out peace,"
The officer frowned, his tone decreased
He turned and handed him a gun
"For self-defense take this, my son"

"Good thought," he said, with mocking glee
"Let's call them here and see, shall we?"
An officer came, surveyed the sight
And judged both claims as just and right

"You both belong, so split the space,
A fair division, equal place."
"But this was ours before you came!"
I cried aloud, my heart aflame

His eyes grew dark, his voice was grim
"This land was ours before your kin
From generations long gone past,
I've come to take it back at last."

"That's ancient history," I replied.
"Millennia, my family here abide.
You've no true right - please leave in peace
Or else I'll have to call the police."

"But wait," I said. "That isn't fair
This house is ours. You can't just share."
He told of pain and endless strife
Of how they'd lost their home and life

"I'm sorry for the things you faced
But I did not cause your disgrace.
You should seek from those who sinned
Not take my home and move right in."

The father, strong and tall in frame
Began to stake his family's claim
With tape he marked the floor with pride
"You take that half, and we'll take this side"

A Poem for Palestine 🧵

We sat as one, my child, my wife
In quiet joy, a peaceful life
Then came a sound, a heavy knock
The door swung wide, unasked, unlocked

A family walked in through our door
Set up their camp upon our floor
We stood in shock, unsure, afraid,
Yet kindness bid us let them stay

If you kill 440 people just to avoid a corruption trial, do you really need a corruption trial?