This is deeply concerning.
Pesticide residue analysis from Thoddoo shows multiple crops exceeding EU safety limits, including banned chemicals like Carbaryl and Diafenthiuron detected in everyday foods like cucumber, papaya, and spinach.
This isn’t just overuse. This is a public health risk.
We need urgent monitoring, accountability, and farmer education before this becomes a crisis.
This is beyond ludicrous, @elonmusk. This is exactly the kind of colonial attitude we are sick of!! Just because the Maldives is a small country with a smaller language community doesn’t make Dhivehi disposable. Don’t demean us with these mangled, machine‑generated caricatures of our language. If you can’t be bothered to treat Dhivehi with basic respect, then stop translating altogether…or hire actual Dhivehi‑speaking Maldivians to build a proper system. We’re not here to be patronised by tech bros who think “small” means “inferior”!!
A one-year-old child tortured to break his father. Let that sink in.
According to eyewitnesses and medical reports, Israeli forces detained a father near Al-Maghazi, forced him to strip, and then abducted his infant son, only to torture the child in front of him. Cigarettes extinguished on a baby’s leg. A metal nail driven into his flesh. All to extract a confession.
This is not security. This is cruelty stripped of all pretense, systematic, deliberate, and inhuman.
The child was released after 10 hours of unimaginable abuse. The father remains detained. A family shattered. A child scarred for life.
Where is the world? Where are the institutions that claim to defend human dignity?
Silence in the face of such horror is not neutrality, it is complicity.
We are deeply alarmed by the latest plans to reclaim additional mangrove and wetland areas at Moolekede Fishimathi in Addu. This new proposal is entirely separate from the previously EIA-approved road project. It involves a different road connection that directly encroaches into the boundaries of the Eedhigali Kilhi and Koattey Protected Area within Addu Nature Park, and is simply ILLEGAL.
Koattey remains the oldest terrestrially protected site in the Maldives and is known worldwide for its reefs, which are home to turtles, sharks, and multiple species of fish. The ecological balance sustaining this biodiversity relies entirely on the adjacent mangroves and wetlands, which serve as nurseries, flood buffers, and carbon sinks. Further disruption to this interconnected system would inflict irreversible devastation on the reefs and surrounding habitats.
@ERA_Maldives must urgently fulfill its mandate by firmly rejecting these plans and halting any actions that undermine the integrity of Koattey, and the Addu UNESCO Biosphere Reserve.
How much more must we sacrifice in the name of "development"?
There are systems already in place for youth to participate in the decision-making process and raise our concerns on issues at both a local and national level. Unfortunately though, the concerns of youth are just not taken seriously by politicians and the government.
We did all we could to inform the public, institutions, and President @MMuizzu about the reality of the “reclamation” project at Moolekede Fishimathi, a mangrove and wetland ecosystem of immense ecological value, cultural significance, and importance to the climate resiliency of our islands.
We exhausted all available means – from writing an open letter with our concerns to Minister @Thoriqibrahim that was co-signed by 18 other CSOs and 7 local tourism actors, drafting a petition against the project with 500+ signatures, engaging closely in every step of the EIA process for the project, and to delivering a letter to President @MMuizzu in person just hours before he was set to inaugurate the project during his visit to Addu in November.
We made every effort to convey the ground reality to @MoTmv, @ERA_Maldives, @ClimateEnvoyMV, and the Environment & Climate Change Committee of @mvpeoplesmajlis, but our concerns were met with deaf ears. Instead, this project was declared “high priority” by the economic council, which allowed the government to bypasss EIA regulations and the independent decision-making of @ERA_Maldives.
Also, we submitted an official complaint to @AdduCityCouncil. After much deliberation, the council voted to pause the project until further assessment and consultation with the releavant stakeholders. The central government overpowered a decision made by our local council and proceeded with the project regardless.
What difference would “youth consultations” in the future make if you are ignoring our concerns now?
This project was a politically motivated, populist effort that used the challenges faced by residents near the coast to create an illusion of “development.”
An excavator burying the environment that has sustained us for time immemorial had come to be the materialisation of “tharagee.”
We welcome @governmentmv’s support for the advisory opinions of @CIJ_ICJ
But supporting the ICJ climate ruling means nothing if we ignore it at home.
@governmentmv is actively undermining our capacity to adapt to climate change by destroying our climate resilience.
#MDVatUNGA80
Is this the knowledge that @MoTmv will be exchanging with Atoll Nations on “Sustainable Coastal Adaptation Measures”
At #COP30 wouldn’t it be more transparent and fitting to show what you are actually doing in the name of “Coastal Adaptation”?
#LetAdduBreathe#CANCC
While @BocheyRifau, Chairperson of Environment & Climate Change Committee attends #COP30, is he unaware that a powerless @ERA_Maldives is allowing our Environment and Climate Resilience to be destroyed at a record-breaking rate? Or is it just plain old hypocrisy
#LetAdduBreathe
Dear @Hassaan_Mhmd,
Is 5 million trees counting or not counting the 2500 trees and 150 mature mangroves that you’ve green-lit to kill?
Or will you import 500 propagules, dump them near the revetment, and call it a day?
cc: @Thoriqibrahim@ClimateEnvoyMV#LetAdduBreathe
This is the English translation of a letter from the youth of Addu to president Dr. Mohamed Muizzu regarding the proposed project at the Moolekede Fishimathi, that we gave him when he arrived in Maradhoo today afternoon.
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 Allah’s 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 Allah’s 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 falsification—so 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 Palestine—the 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 bend—patient, 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 Gaza… 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.
Today was my shift at the hospital.
Since our return to the Indonesian Hospital, I’ve been working side by side with two doctors. One of them was Dr. Mahmoud Abu Amsha.
This morning, he was late.
We called. No answer.
We waited. Still, no sign.
Then the news came, cruel and sudden: Mahmoud had been killed in an airstrike. His body was brought to the very hospital where we stood waiting for him in silence that no words could fill.
I’ve known Mahmoud not just as a colleague, but as a brother in the trenches.
When the Israeli army stormed northern Gaza and most doctors fled for their lives, Mahmoud stayed. He and Dr. Hussam Abu Safiya were the last to hold the line at Kamal Adwan Hospital. Mahmoud - the only remaining surgeon - worked tirelessly in a place that had become more graveyard than hospital.
From inside, he sent me voice notes. Fragments of despair and courage. I posted them here, hoping someone, somewhere, would listen.
When the hospital finally fell, Mahmoud was taken. Beaten. Then released.
He made it to Gaza City with nothing not even his shoes. We went together to buy him some clothes. I teased him that he wouldn’t get to wear them all before another evacuation forced him to leave them behind.
I didn’t know then that his next departure would be eternal, not displacement this time, but disappearance into the silence of death.
When I opened our free clinic, I messaged him.
He was still trapped in Kamal Adwan.
“Just stay alive,” I told him. “Come when you can.”
He survived. He showed up. He volunteered two days a week, treating the wounded without asking for anything in return. With his hands, he healed. With his presence, he gave us hope.
And now, he’s gone.
Another light extinguished in a city of endless mourning.
Mahmoud’s death is not just mine to grieve. It is a wound in the heart of Gaza’s medical soul. It is a loss to the patients who will never know his care, to the children who will never feel his steady hands in the ER, to the future we are watching collapse one healer at a time.
We did not lose just a doctor.
We lost resistance in its noblest form.
We lost mercy.
Rest well, my friend.
You gave everything.
#GazaGenocide
Hamed Ashour wrote” Every day, I walk past this hill. And every time, I see this kind young man standing there—sometimes frozen in his place, other times digging frantically with his bare hands, clawing at the earth without tools, searching for something.
Months ago, this hill was much larger than it looks now—more like a mound of sand piled up by Israeli bulldozers. They moved massive amounts of earth to build this barrier, and in the process, they buried four bodies from this young man’s family—right before his eyes.
And still, he digs. Day after day, he digs. Each time he finds a piece of one of his siblings’ bodies, he takes it to the cemetery and buries it. Whenever his hands graze a bone buried in the hill, he gently lifts it, examines it, and places it in its rightful grave. This is how a Palestinian rebuilds a family.
In the photo: Abdul Rahman Abu Hada, the only survivor of a family of nine—his parents, six siblings, and grandmother. They were all killed. Abdul Rahman remains, the lone survivor who dies a little more each day, trying to bring his family back together.”