Saleh Al-Jafarawi’s will:
In the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate
Praise be to Allah, Lord of the Worlds, who said: “And never think of those who have been killed in the way of Allah as dead, rather, they are alive with their Lord, receiving provision.”
I am Saleh.
I leave this will, not as a farewell, but as a continuation of a path I chose with certainty.
Allah knows that I gave all my effort and strength to be a support and a voice for my people. I lived through pain and oppression in all their details, and I tasted grief and the loss of loved ones many times. Despite that, I never hesitated to convey the truth as it is, the truth that will remain proof against all who failed and stayed silent, and an honor for everyone who supported, helped, and stood with the noblest, dearest, and most generous people — the people of Gaza.
If I am martyred, know that I have not gone…
I am now in Paradise, with my companions who preceded me; with Anas, Ismail, and all the loved ones who were true to what they pledged to Allah.
I ask you to remember me in your prayers and to continue the path after me.
Remember me through ongoing charity, and remember me whenever you hear the call to prayer or see the light breaking through the night of Gaza.
I ask you to hold fast to resistance, to the path we walked and the way we believed in.
We have known no other path for ourselves, nor found any meaning in life except in remaining steadfast upon it.
I ask you to care for my father, the love of my heart and my role model, the one in whom I saw myself and who saw himself in me. You who accompanied me through the war with all it held, I ask Allah that we meet in Paradise and that you be pleased with me, O crown of my head.
I ask you to care for my brother, my teacher, and my companion on the path, Naji.
O Naji, I have preceded you to Allah before you were released from prison.
Know that this is a destiny written by Allah, and that longing for you fills me.
I wished to see you, to embrace you, to meet you, but Allah’s promise is true, and our meeting in Paradise is closer than you think.
I ask you to care for my mother.
O my mother, life without you is nothing.
You were the prayer that never ceased and the wish that never died.
I prayed to Allah to heal you and grant you well-being, and I dreamed of seeing you travel for treatment and return smiling.
I ask you to care for my brothers and sisters.
The pleasure of Allah, and then your satisfaction, is my goal.
I ask Allah to make you happy and to make your lives as pure as your kind hearts, which I always tried to bring joy to.
I always said: the word does not fall, and the image does not fade.
The word is a trust, and the image is a message.
Carry them to the world as we carried them.
Do not think that my martyrdom is an end.
It is the beginning of a long path toward freedom.
I am a messenger of a message I wanted to reach the world, to the world that has closed its eyes and to those silent about the truth.
And if you hear of my news, do not weep for me.
I longed for this moment for a long time and asked Allah to grant it to me.
Praise be to Allah who chose me for what I love.
And to everyone who wronged me in my life with insult, slander, lies, or falsehood, I say to you: here I depart to Allah as a martyr, God willing, and before Allah the opponents shall meet.
I ask you to care for Palestine, for Al-Aqsa Mosque.
It was my wish to reach its courtyard, to pray there, to touch its soil.
If I did not reach it in this world, I ask Allah to gather us all there in the gardens of eternity.
O Allah, accept me among the martyrs, forgive me my past and future sins, and make my blood a light that illuminates the path of freedom for my people and my family.
Forgive me if I fell short, and pray for me with mercy and forgiveness, for I have kept the covenant, changed not, and did not waver.
Peace and mercy and blessings of Allah be upon you.
Perhaps it slips your mind that the crowds you see in the picture are not returning to anything — our homes and streets no longer exist. Everything has turned into emptiness, rubble upon sand. All that remains are the photos we’ve kept in our memories and on our phones, and a bit of love we’ve tucked away deep in our hearts to nurture our children with — a love for the soil of this land that knows our souls and our faces well.
We are not returning to our houses, but to resist all this injustice, to plant, to build, and to light up our homeland anew.
We return, carried by longing, walking tens of kilometers without feeling tired.
The episode “Pilot” (season 1, episode 1) aired 20 years ago today.
It was written by Eric Kripke and directed by David Nutter.
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His last tweet before he and other journalists were targeted and killed. 38 mins ago. He live reported what would become his death - that’s the reality of Palestinian journalists covering the Israeli extermination of their people.
Kill. Steal. Expand. Settle. Push people to the brink. They resist, they fight back. I need to defend myself. Kill more . Steal more. Expand more settle hard. Rinse and Repeat. Israel in a nutshell.