Iโve reported 18 wars over 35 years. Iโve been shot at, kidnapped, threatened, nearly raped. Iโve lost friends from Sarajevo to Syria. I thought Iโd seen the worst of humanity. I was wrong. Nothing compares to Gaza โ or the complicity letting it happen.
#GazaGenocide#WarCrimes
This is my will and my final message. If these words reach you, know that Israel has succeeded in killing me and silencing my voice. First, peace be upon you and Allahโs mercy and blessings.
Allah knows I gave every effort and all my strength to be a support and a voice for my people, ever since I opened my eyes to life in the alleys and streets of the Jabalia refugee camp. My hope was that Allah would extend my life so I could return with my family and loved ones to our original town of occupied Asqalan (Al-Majdal). But Allahโs will came first, and His decree is final. I have lived through pain in all its details, tasted suffering and loss many times, yet I never once hesitated to convey the truth as it is, without distortion or falsificationโso that Allah may bear witness against those who stayed silent, those who accepted our killing, those who choked our breath, and whose hearts were unmoved by the scattered remains of our children and women, doing nothing to stop the massacre that our people have faced for more than a year and a half.
I entrust you with Palestineโthe jewel in the crown of the Muslim world, the heartbeat of every free person in this world. I entrust you with its people, with its wronged and innocent children who never had the time to dream or live in safety and peace. Their pure bodies were crushed under thousands of tons of Israeli bombs and missiles, torn apart and scattered across the walls.
I urge you not to let chains silence you, nor borders restrain you. Be bridges toward the liberation of the land and its people, until the sun of dignity and freedom rises over our stolen homeland. I entrust you to take care of my family. I entrust you with my beloved daughter Sham, the light of my eyes, whom I never got the chance to watch grow up as I had dreamed.
I entrust you with my dear son Salah, whom I had wished to support and accompany through life until he grew strong enough to carry my burden and continue the mission.
I entrust you with my beloved mother, whose blessed prayers brought me to where I am, whose supplications were my fortress and whose light guided my path. I pray that Allah grants her strength and rewards her on my behalf with the best of rewards.
I also entrust you with my lifelong companion, my beloved wife, Umm Salah (Bayan), from whom the war separated me for many long days and months. Yet she remained faithful to our bond, steadfast as the trunk of an olive tree that does not bendโpatient, trusting in Allah, and carrying the responsibility in my absence with all her strength and faith.
I urge you to stand by them, to be their support after Allah Almighty. If I die, I die steadfast upon my principles. I testify before Allah that I am content with His decree, certain of meeting Him, and assured that what is with Allah is better and everlasting.
O Allah, accept me among the martyrs, forgive 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 have fallen short, and pray for me with mercy, for I kept my promise and never changed or betrayed it.
Do not forget Gazaโฆ And do not forget me in your sincere prayers for forgiveness and acceptance.
Anas Jamal Al-Sharif
06.04.2025
This is what our beloved Anas requested to be published upon his martyrdom.
Shaykh Said Kamali when asked how one should handle when he feels one proof (dalฤซl) is stronger than another [among the Madhahib):
โYou feel?! Who are you to feel?!โ ๐
My Ustadh told me something one evening that completely shifted the way I viewed hardship.
We were talking about setbacks - missed opportunities, closed doors, things that just didn't go our way. Someone had just shared how they didn't get into a job they're really passionate about. You could see the weight in their voice. Disappointment laced every word.
That's when Ustadh said:
"You know the story of Musa and Khidr?"
We all nodded.
He said:
"Everyone loves the part where Khidr explains why he broke the boat, killed the boy, and rebuilt the wall. Because suddenly, the pain makes sense. The confusion becomes clarity. But do you realise something?"
He paused.
"Musa only got the explanation because it was a lesson. The people who owned the boat, the parents of that child, the town that rejected them-they never got told. They just had to live with what happened."
The room was quiet.
Then he said:
"Sometimes in life, you don't get the Khidr moment. You don't get to find out why something happened. You just get the qadr. The closed door. The loss. The silence. And your test is whether you can still trust Allah without needing the explanation."
He leaned forward and said:
"It's easy to have sabr when the story wraps up neatly. But the real test is:
Can you have tawakkul when you're still in the middle of the story?"
I remember sitting with those words long after the class ended.
Because we all wait for our Khidr moment, the point where everything makes sense. But sometimes, that moment doesn't come in this life. And still, we are asked to trust.
Urgent Humanitarian Appeal
To all those with kind hearts and compassionate souls everywhere,
We appeal to your humanity today on behalf of a young girl who has lost so much in this world, Heba Muhanna, a nine-year-old child who survived
a ma-ss-ac-re that claimed the lives of 16 members of her family and loved ones.
Her loss wasn't just people dear to her; this tragedy also deprived her of her father and her leg, which she lost due to the bombing.
Today, Heba is struggling to live a normal life like other children her age.
She dreams of walking again on her own two feet, returning to school, helping her mother, playing with her friends without pain or restrictions.
Her dream is simple but means the world to her: to travel, receive a prosthetic leg that will allow her to walk again, and get the treatment she needs to regain her life.
We appeal to everyone: charitable organizations, concerned authorities, and individuals, to stand by Heba.
Help her live her childhood, smile again, and rebuild what remains of her shattered life.
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