Over 170 Jewish entertainment figures have signed an open letter defending Mark Ruffalo after Paramount accused him of fueling “antisemitic tropes.”
Ruffalo spoke out against the Paramount-Warner Bros. merger and said the Ellison family was complicit in the genocide against Palestinians.
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The older I get, the more I understand why people disappear into gardening baking, reading, and long walks. Not because life got boring. Because peace became valuable.
It is with a heavy heart that I received this morning the news that Ahmed Ali Egal has passed in Minneapolis.
To his family, to his fellow artists, and to every Somali who grew up with his voice in the room, I offer my sincere condolences. Inna lillaahi wa inna ilayhi raajicuun. Every soul shall taste death, and the appointed term is never early and never late.
Egal entered the profession in 1967, while still a student, not through a recording studio but through the theatre, in stage productions including “Yaxaas Dhegadduub.” That origin explains him. He belonged to a generation for whom a song was never a standalone product; it was a scene, an argument, a piece of a public conversation.
His brother, the poet Abdiqadir Ali Egal, wrote his first songs, and the craft passed between them the way craft used to pass between Somalis, hand to hand, without an institution in between.
With Waaberi Band he recorded alongside Magool, Baxsan, Khadra Dahir Ige, Maandeeq, Guudo Carwo, Sahra Ahmed, and others, and he composed as well as performed, setting Hassan Sheikh Mumin’s lyrics to his own melody in the legendary “Is Cafiya.”
Qalanjooy, Caraweelo, Haro Digeed, Walaashay Gacalisooy, Rag Hargeysa soo Maray, Cakuye Hawl Adduun: more than fifty years of work that younger performers in Mogadishu, Kismayo, Baidoa, Hargeisa, Garowe and the diaspora still borrow from. He moved between the romantic and the reflective with a freedom few of his peers attempted.
His death lands in a year already heavy. Only days ago we buried the poet Adan Tarabi Jama in Hargeisa, another voice of the Waaberi generation. In mid-July, the veteran journalist Mahmoud Abdi Ali, Ducaale of Radio Mogadishu and later BCC, died in London, a man whose voice reached households that owned little else but a radio. In April we lost the Waaberi singer Shankaroon Ahmed Yusuf, Sagal, also in the United States.
On the last day of March this year, the scholar and poet Ali Jimale Ahmed died at sixty-seven, and the intellectual life of the Horn lost one of the rare figures who challenged the very language through which a people is understood. Khadra Dahir Ige went in 2022, Lul Jeylani Ali in 2024. Hadrawi himself left us in 2022. Eebbe ﷻ ha u wada naxariisto.
Note what these names have in common. Not one of them held office. Not one of them owed his standing to a government office, a faction, or a political seat. They were singers, poets, broadcasters, scholars. They belonged to all of us precisely because they belonged to none of our camps, and their funerals are the last occasions on which Somalis still agree.
This is not a run of bad luck. It is a generation reaching its end, and reaching it mostly abroad. Reflect on the last word of the preceding sentence.
The recordings survive. What does not survive is the person who could tell you how a song was made, who was in the room, which word was chosen over which other word and why. We have no national archive holding those testimonies, no institution sitting with these elders while they can still speak. Every janazah is also a small, unrecorded closure.
We can mourn Egal and others properly. We can also do the obvious thing this season demands: go to the ones still with us, and write it down before we are writing obituaries instead. What is written down is a trust, and we must take the trusts we were given seriously.
Eebbaha Raxmaanka ﷻ ahi ha u naxariisto Axmed Cali Cigaal. Jannadii Firdawsa ha geeyo. Ehelkana sabir iyo iimaan ha ka siiyo.
Ma-dhinte waa Eebbe. اَلبَقَاءُ وَالدّوَامُ لِلّٰهِ وَحدَه
Ben Affleck's mother Chris Affleck passed today. I was unaware of her longstanding activism for Palestine. Now his disgust and revulsion at genocidal Zionist Bill Maher and Sam Harris's deranged racist Islamophobic rants makes perfect sense. RIP, you raised a good son.
Was reading Surah An'am and there's a verse that translates to "your Lord has made it obligatory on himself to be merciful to you" and I put my Quran down and took a deep sigh. A higher being who has nothing to gain from me has made it compulsory on HIMSELF to be merciful to me?
Lindsey Graham will be remembered as one of the ugliest American figures to champion the genocide of the Palestinian people and deny them their right to life and dignity.
“To any ally—Canada, Britain, Germany, France—if you try to help the ICC, we’re going to sanction you. We should crush your economy. Because we’re next.”
Physicians for Human Rights Israel has warned that Dr. Hussam Abu Safiya, director of Kamal Adwan Hospital in northern Gaza, is now in immediate danger of being killed in Israeli occupation custody. His lawyer, Nasser Odeh, who visited him on 2 July at the underground Rakefet interrogation facility inside Nitzan Prison, said he barely recognized him. Dr. Abu Safiya was brought in shackled hand and foot, flanked by masked guards, his head, eyes, ears and neck covered in fresh injuries. He struggled to breathe and speak, could not sit upright without nearly collapsing, and seemed close to losing consciousness, too frightened to speak freely.
He told his lawyer that after his Supreme Court appeal was heard in June, guards entered his solitary cell and beat him with a hammer and batons, and that since his transfer to Rakefet on 24 June he has been beaten daily to the point of repeatedly losing consciousness, with no medical care. He said plainly: this is the last time you will see me, they brought me here to kill me. Held since December 2024 under the occupation's "Unlawful Combatants" law, without charge or trial, Dr. Abu Safiya saw his beatings escalate sharply only after he legally challenged his detention, and both his lawyer and PHRI are demanding his immediate transfer, an independent medical examination and his release, warning that any delay could cost him his life.
Omar Artan didn’t just make the #FIFAWorldCup, he made history as the first Somali referee to get there, and as #Africa’s best. That milestone stands no matter what. So sorry to see this, Omar. You reached the summit of your profession and inspired a generation back home just by getting there, and being kept off the pitch you earned doesn’t change that. This won’t be the end of your story on the world stage. The world stands with you as one family, wishing you resilience now and many more major finals to come. Solidarity. #Somalia
This story gets so much worse. Apparently this all started because police were called out for a disturbance after her husband broke their tv out of anger after finding out his brother was killed by Israel in Gaza. The husband is Palestinian. When the police were taking him into custody his wife stopped them because she wanted to accompany him and that is when the officer threw her on the ground for “interference.” The couple was cooperative with the police the entire time and yet this is how they were treated.
She delivered the baby prematurely because of the physical trauma on her body but thankfully both she and the baby survived and are in good health. She easily could have miscarried.
This entire police department should be investigated and that officer should be arrested and charged with aggravated assault.
Brother Amin Abdullah was the guard at the mosque in San Diego for years. He was instrumental in stopping the shooters from reaching the children today. This was his final post on FB. On these holiest days, may Allah have mercy on him and accept him as a martyr. Ameen