Israel executed Ali today in Burj Qalaouiyeh, South Lebanon.
Not a combatant. Not armed.
Just a paramedic on the front lines saving lives.
Israel dropped a bomb on his ambulance, killing him instantly.
Diana Al-Yazji had just put her 3 children to sleep. She stepped out briefly to fetch something. An Israeli strike hit the neighbors’ house and collapsed it onto them. She crawled out from under the rubble & kept asking about them until they finally told her: all three were gone.
“They have stolen my harvest and taken everything from us they’ve left us with absolutely nothing. They’ve destroyed our identity.”
A Palestinian grandfather cries after settlers destroyed his olive groves and stole the olives in West Bank.
BREAKING: lSRAEL HAS KlLLED 103 PALESTlNlANS SINCE THIS MORNING WHO WERE WAITING FOR AID AT THE GHF CENTER
103 Palestinians killed by Israel since the early hours of the morning in northern and southern Gaza, most of them civilians who were waiting for humanitarian aid near the American center GHF (Gaza Humanitarian Foundation).
🚨🇵🇸 International and local doctors operating in northern Gaza hospitals have found cube-like structures, which are made of tungsten and built into weapons designed to explode and cause maximum damage to the victims.
I was in my early twenties, and I have never forgotten watching this on the news. That was the moment I started paying attention to the Palestinian cause. 1/3
The Qatari Air Force will participate in a military exercise with the Israeli Air Force tomorrow in Greece.
I don't understand how an Arab country can participate in a maneuver with an occupation that has killed 50,000 Palestinians in the #Gaza Strip!!
Moving forward, this account will be managed by Hossam’s team — two very close friends who knew him well. We will use this space to remember Hossam and continue speaking about Gaza, just as he would have wanted.
I recall the first time I spoke to Hossam—he was the kindest soul I have ever spoken to. Always down to earth, always caring, despite everything he was going through.
He used to ask about me and say, “Are you okay?” And I would respond, “Hossam, I should be the one asking if you’re okay.” He would go days without food or water, yet he kept going. He made the choice to stay in the north and be one of the few journalists reporting on the suffering of his people.
He was not just a journalist—he was a humanitarian, a true human being. He helped his people—the hungry, the poor, and the needy—with everything he could. Despite losing his home and being separated from his family for 490 days, he never stopped reporting, not even for a moment, and without an ounce of fear.
When I spoke to him before, I told him, “Hossam, they want to assassinate you. You’re on a hit list. It’s enough—you’ve done more than enough. Just please, stay alive.”
He replied, “I will keep reporting. This is our duty, and this is the promise we made—one we will fulfill. And if I am martyred, you and others will be our voice.”
He added, “My only wish, if I’m martyred, is that my body remains intact… that I don’t become just mere, unrecognizable remains.”
I once told him, “When the genocide ends, I’ll come visit you.”
He replied, “Visit me where? I’m living on the streets and in tents. They destroyed my home, and I have nowhere to go.”
So I said, “Then I’ll come and stay with you—on the streets or in the tents.”
His last messages to me were about his plans to get married once the genocide ends, and about us meeting later on.
He was only 23 years old. He had dreams. He had a name. He always said, “If our voice is killed, then be our voice.”
Today, I promise you, Hossam, that we will be your voice. We will carry the torch you left behind, and we will keep fighting for a free Palestine. It’s your time to rest now, dear friend. I will never forget you.