On This Day Two Years Ago, Russia's Missile Attack On The Kramatorsk Train Station Killed 61 Civilians

"I want to go back to feeling my hand. I wanna hold my hand"

This child Ibrahim Dahouk, from gaza strip, had his arm amputated in Israeli bombardment. He's crying, saying that he wants his hand back. Ibrahim says that the doctors told him he'd be able to if he could get outside of gaza for medical attention as soon as possible, he asks for anyone to put an end to the bombing so he could get proper treatment.

Translation:

"-Why are you crying?

I want to go back to holding my hand. I want to feel my hand.

My two cousins have been killed and I got injured. Please stop the war, that's what we want. We want to go back to our homes, we want to go back to live and to walk like before. They don't care about anything, they don't care about us. For the rest of my life I only want to feel my hand again, please. The doctor told me if you want your hand to grow back you have to get treatment abroad, immediately."

Then the man goes into explaining ibrahim's situation. Please if anybody knows how to help get Ibrahim the medical treatment for prosthetic limbs do everything you can, before he loses the remaining parts of his hand, share this on all platforms. And most importantly keep demanding a ceasefire. This has to stop.

Just remembered a Ukrainian teenager who was killed 2 years ago by a russian missile while he was running to let his elderly neighbors know about an air raid. Killed for having compassion for his community. For being kind.

Так гарно!!

Дон — незалежне поселення, яке єдине не підпорядковується ніякому більшому населеному пункту Субастри. Дон — батьківщина Августа ще з первинного життя. З тих часів, місцевість так само кардинально змінилась, як і він сам.

Happy Independence Day 🇺🇦

UKR🇺🇦 -> ENG🇬🇧

Щороку 23 серпня моя кохана Україна святкує День Державного Прапора, 24 серпня — День Незалежности. Сьогодні нашій сучасній державності виповнюється 33 роки, хоча насправді українська історія сягає тисячоліть. Це — роки здобуття Майбутнього, Волі, Незалежности. Це — роки Віри, Самоусвідомлення, Шляху.

Україна — це Боротьба. Вічна боротьба за долю.

Дякую кожному та кожній, завдяки кому ми можемо святкувати цей День. Дякую всім, хто боронив, боронить і боронитиме нашу Державу.

Слава Україні! Героям слава!

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Every year on August 23, my beloved Ukraine celebrates the Day of the National Flag, and Independence Day on August 24. Today, our modern statehood turns 33 years old, although in fact, Ukrainian history goes back thousands of years. These are years of gaining Future, Freedom, Independence. These are years of Faith, Self-awareness, Path.

Ukraine means Fighting. Eternal fighting for destiny.

I thank everyone, thanks to whom we can celebrate this Day. Thank you to everyone who defended, defends, and will defend our State.

Slava Ukraini! Heroyam slava!

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OCs in their nationalities' folk clothes: Ian (Ukrainian) and Alim (Crimean tatar).

24.02.2022.

The day that changed my life forever.

24th of February 2022 should have been my usual day. No, not usual. A wonderful day. I should have been checked with a doctor, gave notice to teachers in high school of my absence, and then fly away on vacation, my parents wanted it so much.

On 23rd of February 2022 I felt happy. I had a secure, happy life, preparing to finals, hanging out with my friends, already having an offer from university.

Until 5AM 24.02.2022.

I had not a single class in my school since then.

I haven’t seen my friend group in 2 years.

I didn’t have my finals.

We did not have that vacation.

“Daughter, wake up. This old psychotic man attacked us. We are leaving.”

That was my first photo of the day, trying sarcastically keep myself normal. I remember that actual emptiness, reading my classmates texts about how their windows were shaking because of explosions, the sky was orange. They sent that video.

He called it “a special military operation”.

I collected random clothes, some hobby stuff just to keep my sanity, grabbed my pet, emptied my safety locker. I was scared that russians would intrude into our home and steal all my savings, so I throw away key to that lock. This key became my symbol of war, I have never found it even after return.

When I with my parents and pet got out of flat to car we heard for the very first time air raid siren. We would hear so many more of them, we would learn to differentiate them, but then we were confused.

It was my second photo. People were going away. Foot, cars, bicycles. I remember such a surreal picture. Some moms were carrying their toddlers, one woman was carrying a bucket of water with turtles, other people were carrying cages with parrots, with dogs, with cats, with exotic pets despite air raid siren, temperature, rain. Everyone was so confused and scared.

Few days later the road we were riding was occupied. Bridges destroyed. Factories burnt. Supermarkets demolished. Houses in ruins. Road in holes. On the side of the road burnt cars with “DO NOT TOUCH, POSSIBLY EXPLOSIVE”. That gut wrenching feeling seeing photos of dead bodies and recognising the place.

But back then it was still lively, not a road of death. I remember reading news then. First victims, first shelling. Invasion from East. Invasion from Kharkiv region. Invasion from Crimea. Invasion from Chernihiv. Invasion from Zhytomyr. And we were in Zhytomyr region at that moment. Explosions in Kyiv. The border was destroyed.

I felt nothing. Just emptiness.

This precious girl was keeping my head cool all the road. She was also scared and irritated, but she was so strong, such an amazing girl. I am so proud of her.

We were heading to my grandparents who lived closer to West Ukraine, so we would be safer. The road that takes usually just 4 hours but that time it took 13 hours. 13 hours of driving exhausted and nerved. We saw soldiers, trucks, jets, how barricades were built, signs were removed.

But we made it. We were lucky. Lucky to be alive, to have family alive and mostly close to West, further from russia. Even though, part of my extended family still was under occupation in Chernihiv region, suffering from such close border with belarus.

When we arrived, we were just silent. Then collected mattresses for shelter, asked grandpa to grab some patrol (we knew that they would definitely destroy reservoirs and literally next day the started doing that), and just fell asleep in something that we arrived in, being so scared.

That day I also cut ties with russian friend who I am shamed to admit having. He was proving me that this is just a military operation, no one would be harmed.

Then, arrived spring that I will never forget but at the same time never remember. I remember 10 people in one floor house. I remember the whistle of rocket that woke us up. I remember sirens. I remember news. I remember losing hope. I remember first photos after deoccupation of Kyiv region. I remember how forgotten friend of my dad suddenly called him saying that his city is fully destroyed, his neighbour right on his eyes was exploded attempting to get into the car and evacuate.

I remember my first mental breakdown. How I was crying in the darkness, but quietly so no one would notice.

We were able to return home three months later. But we are just lucky. Someone would never return. Someone is not even alive to see their home again. Someone’s home is forever destroyed.

I was lucky that I have secured my place at foreign university before war, but my whole family is still in Ukraine.

War is not over at all. 20% of Ukraine is occupied. So many displaced civilians, so many deaths. No one could even count, we do not have any access to bodies. Only way to identify is to deoccupy and find mass graves. No other means. Children are suffering from PTSD even in such a young age. Almost in every city, big or small, you would find graveyards covered in Ukrainian flag, grave of the soldier.

Maybe media does not talk that much of us, but it doesn’t mean that everything is alright. Avdiivka is destroyed, right now operation searching for people under debris of the civilian house after attack is undergoing.

And this is happening all the time.

Who was punished for Olenivka? Who was punished for destruction of Kakhovka Dam? Who was punished for all fully destroyed cities? Who was responsible for all that absolutely atrocious videos torturing Ukrainian soldiers?

Please, remember, Ukraine is still on fire. People are still dying. Soldiers cannot even counterattack because they do not have enough ammo, just for protection. Information war is also waging, sharing all that misinformation, Nazi narratives, russian propaganda.

Remember.

Help.

Share.

russia is a terrorist state.

Glory to Ukraine.

Glory to the Heroes.

My boi in national Ukrainian clothes and my part in DTIYS by @/linyvets_chan (Instagram)! Drawing this was fascinating, I'm happy with the result. Thank you, linyvets_chan, for such an interesting experience.

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Мій хлопчик у національному українському одязі й моя участь у DTIYS від @/linyvets_chan (Instagram)! Малювати це було прецікаво, результат мене радує. Дякую, linyvets_chan, за такий цікавий досвід.

So if you go downthread on the linked tweet here, people are saying there were up to 300,000 people at one night of protests in Tbilisi:

That's wild. Rooting for them.

Nothing that the Russians say or do on their television and social media can trigger and frustrate a Ukrainian more than the attitude of the Western world towards the Russians.

I read the morning news and see that Jared Leto on his show in Serbia happily told his Russian fans that he'll come to Russia and Ukraine when these "problems" are over. I go on tumblr and see people I follow reblogging a post about Discord being blocked in Russia, and instructions on how to use the VPN as if literally all Russians don't know it already. This post has over 2k notes! A post about atrocities that Russians willingly commit in Ukraine on a daily basis will get you 60-100 notes, 95% of which will be from other Ukrainians.

This is beyond triggering. How do you live in this Russian-loving world with Russian-induced PTSD?

This is not a "Ukrainian crisis", not "temporary difficulties", not just a "problem" that can go away without a trace. It's an invasion, a Russian war against Ukraine, genocide of Ukrainians. We are not crazy and overdramatic, we see the true face of Russia. The one you will never be able to see through your red square glasses.

"My son was tortured by separatists (those who believe Donbas and Crimea are russian). His documents were handed over to the International Criminal Court in The Hague. Inhumans carved a kolovrat on his face." - mother of the soldier of the Armed Forces of Ukraine Ivan Isyk.

A month after his death, the body of 30-year-old Ivan was given to his parents.

An autopsy performed by Ukrainian doctors revealed that his internal organs had been cut out and later sewn back into his body. A piece of the Ukrainian flag was found in his throat, and brain fragments were found in his stomach. And Ivan Isyk, who was still alive, had a kolovrat carved on his cheek (the symbol of the "Rusich" battalion, where maniacs Petrovsky and another ghoul named Milchakov served.)

This photo shows Russian neo-Nazi Yan Petrovsky, who was arrested by Finland in July 2023:

We must never forget that back in 2014, the Ukrainian Hero, a simple boy from Drohobych IVAN ISYK, died at the cost of his life with a terrible death":

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