This rare image, captured in a Beirut orphanage in 1949, shows a group of Palestinian children who had lost everything. Expelled from their homes and separated from their families, they traveled on foot into a total void.

In the chaos of their displacement, they are seen here huddled together on the floor—pressing their bodies against one another to fill the emotional silence left by their loss. This physical closeness was their only defense against the fear of an unknown future.

This photograph is now preserved in the United Nations Palestinian Museum. There is a deep, evil irony in a system that funds and enables a genocide with one hand, while carefully archiving the memories of those it is ethnically cleansing with the other.

We are expected to admire the history of a people in a museum, while their descendants are being erased in real-time.

It is a mind-bending and disturbing contradiction. To preserve the image of the victim, while providing the weapons for the crime. 🇵🇸