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Things Seen in Palestine, 1913

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🚨 BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA CHAPTER 424 ALERT SPOILERS! 🚨

So... I can't found the first pages of the chapter. We just have Uraraka and Todoroki with their mind away. This war really touched all people psychic...

And then, a lot of Bakugou and Deku's moment...

First of all, Bakugou was there with his parents next to him

And then, Deku is in the same hospital room than All Might.

Dammit! Where is this useless Midoriya Hisashi!??

So Bakugou shows up in Deku's room again. Humm... last time, he was stopped in the middle of the hallway.

He didn't listen all the conversation between Deku and All Might but heard about the embers...

The fact that he heard Deku is Quirkless again broke him... he remembered the whole time of their childhood and when he was a bully... and still remind that Deku still chasing after him

OMG! What a crybaby when he was just in front of Deku! 😂

Anyway, there is a sweet confession from Bakugou to Deku: that he will forever be together to chasing each other. You know, rivalry is their way to say they cared for each other

Deku tried to conforting him by saying he still had some embers but he was weak for now. It will be better later.

All Might speaking now, telling that Deku was the Greatest Hero of All Time and he thanking Bakugou for saving him.

They both are amazing heroes!

Save to Win and Win to Save!

Look at these sweet and peaceful smile! 😭

They are so... AJFYSLWVQIZWGLP!!!

By the way, All Might mentionned the OFA predecessors. Must be the last time we will see them...

New haircut and 2 freckles less cause of the wounds.

My hero academia continue!

For the next chapters:

- How many chapter left?

- What will happened now?

- WHERE IS THE MIDORIYA HISASHI, DAMMIT??

- Hope everything will be okay for now. Villains will always be here but AFO not.

- Don't know if I want Deku with embers or be quirkless again... 🤔

—Mahmoud Darwish

Debbie Harry in VIDEODROME

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.

-William Wordsworth

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