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[أنس الشريف Anas Al-Sharif @AnasAlSharif0]

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.

[The Cradle @TheCradleMedia]

UPDATE | The entire Al Jazeera crew in Gaza City has been assassinated by Israel, including reporters and cameramen.

They are:

Reporter: Anas al-Sharif
Reporter: Mohammad Qureiqaa
Cameraman: Ibrahim Zaher
Cameraman: Moamen Alaywa
Crew driver: Mohammad Nofal

[Maha Hussaini @MahaGaza]

At some point of Israel’s starvation of Gaza, hunger stopped being just physical, and started to erode the mind. You would see people wandering aimlessly, not even asking for food anymore. Children stopped playing. Conversations became quieter, slower. People forgot certain tastes. The memory of sweetness faded.

Cravings for anything sweet became so intense that mothers began sharing stories, and sometimes recordings, of their children begging for larger doses of liquid medicine, simply because it tasted slightly sweet. After months of deprivation, they just wanted to experience the taste of sugar again.

Some residents, thinking outside the box, started selling ice cream made from children’s liquid antibiotics, since it contained sugar and a bit of flavour. Everyone knew what it was made of, and that it could be harmful. But people still bought it - including me - because it was the only sweet thing left in a landscape of tasteless survival food. No one was eating for pleasure anymore; we were eating to stay alive.
When people talk about starvation, they often think only of empty stomachs. But starvation is not just a bodily affliction. It eats away at the human spirit. It robs people of memory, emotion and clarity.

Days pass in a fog, filled with survival tasks: fetching water, searching for something to eat, waiting in endless lines, watching others faint beside you.

Some children became unrecognisable; their limbs thin and movements weak, their faces pale and expressionless. Parents, especially mothers, carry unbearable guilt - not just for failing to feed their children, but for the mere act of bringing them into this world, and for beginning to lose themselves, forgetting how to provide comfort.

But as we awoke this week to find crates of sugar, dates and cheese in our local markets, Gaza sounded different. The laughter of taxi drivers - known for their grumpy complaining in times of crisis - rang through the streets. A shift in the city’s mood was almost visible. People described it as a feast after prolonged fasting.
“It feels like Eid,” one Palestinian journalist wrote on social media. “We had tea with sugar and cheese manakeesh.”
Others shared photos and stories of drinking tea with sugar for the first time in months.
The prices remain painfully high, because the amount of goods allowed in is still a fraction of what people need. Regardless, the mere sight of food and the scent of sugar in the markets - the possibility of choice, however limited - was enough to stir something long buried. 
It was not normality. But it was enough to remind us that we are still human, after nearly two years of genocide and a siege that Israel said it was imposing on “human animals”.

On my way to work on Thursday morning, street vendors were selling pressed dates by the piece. I bought one and held it in my hand until I reached my office building. 
As I climbed the stairs, internally grumbling about having to ascend two more flights after my long walk in the scorching sun, I popped the date into my mouth - and immediately, the sugar hit. 

I stopped in the middle of the stairs, closed my eyes, and sighed in relief for the first time in months: “Where have you been all these months, sweet taste? Oh, I’m willing to forget everything that has happened. I’m willing to climb the two floors. I think I can handle the current situation a bit longer now.”

Apparently, dopamine does its job faster when it has been absent for too long. I finished the date, and a few moments later, came back to my senses after being briefly “sugar drunk”.

Now I understand. This is what they are fighting us with: dopamine. 
This is the energy they are rapidly draining from the bodies of an entire population. You cannot push a people determined to resist your attempts at forced expulsion unless you first strip them of life, hope and energy.

Full article: https://t.co/5i6SwJm8b4

[Antifa_Ultras @ultras_antifaa]

“I return to the path of resistance until Palestine is free🇵🇸”

Georges Abdallah’s first statement after being released from prison after 41 years.

[Tameqqrant @tizemtmarxism]

the "sex work is work", "pornography is empowerment", liberal camp didn’t just defend the political economic terrain Diddy operated on, they helped ideologically and legally cultivate it. they help sustain the scaffolding which structurally permits ruling celebrity men like him to sexually brutalize women and children under the guise of "consensual" economic exchange. they excel in an performance of posturing while actively legitimizing the very industrialized rape machine which incubates, funds, and protects these human flesh traders.

[Will Stancil @whstancil]

This is the line from the horrific SCOTUS decision today that will stick with me. “Sure, the president should follow the law - but the courts can’t force him to do it.” Rendering the Constitution a dead letter if the president decides he’d rather not deal with it.

[Jonathan Cook @Jonathan_K_Cook]

Surely even Israeli military planners couldn't have imagined in their wildest dreams that Israel would be able to starve Palestinians of all food for months on end, then execute each day dozens showing up at so-called "aid hubs", and that the media would barely count it as news.

[noah kulwin @nkulw]

INTIFADA: GLOBALIZED

[soul khan, msw @soulkhan]

solidarity with iran as it faces the evil of america and israel

[CU Apartheid Divest (CUAD) @ColumbiaBDS]

FREE AT LAST ❤️

[wendy @lesballah]

you lot when two things are true at once:

[حسام شبات @HossamShabat]

One Israeli-American soldier — part of a brutal Israeli occupation — is returned alive, and the world stops to mourn. Media floods with sympathy. Statements pour in. Candles are lit.

Meanwhile, over 180,000 Palestinians lie crushed beneath Gaza’s rubble — children, families, poets, doctors, Journalists, erased — murdered by the Israeli occupation — and the world barely blinks.

That soldier, part of a military machine that has bombed homes, schools, hospitals, refugee camps and starved 2.3 million people, is treated as a hero. His life is held sacred — while Palestinian lives are treated as disposable, invisible.

This soldier was captured and kept alive for two years — by those resisting annihilation, by the indigenous ones, fighting for their survival for over 76 years. Yet the world’s sympathy pours out for him, not for those whose lives are destroyed by the bombs, tanks, and airstrikes.

Gaza is starved, bombed, buried — by an Israeli occupation fueled and armed by the United States. It is the Israeli occupation that blocks aid, medical care, fuel, water, and refuses to let survivors rebuild. This is a siege, a slow suffocation — and still, one life, an occupier’s, is worth mourning… while millions of Palestinians are not even worth mentioning.

This is not about one life. It is about the thousands stolen, silenced, ungrieved. It is about a world that upholds the occupier and buries the occupied in silence.

This is not tragedy. It is crime. It is genocide. And the Israeli occupation is the criminal.

One Israeli-American occupier is returned alive, and the world shouts. A nation is slaughtered, and the world is complicit in its silence.

#idanalexander

[quentyn qassam🔻 @MustBeTheHero]

“This Hitler guy has to go, but Germany has a right to defend itself from the Jewish threat!” - America’s most leftist politician

[acabby 🇵🇸 @abbyc0hen]

Pathetic and wholly unsurprising, even after everything Rachel did to show them the way forward

[Michael S. Schmidt @nytmike]

NEW and BREAKING: Elite law firm Skadden Arps is in discussions w/Trump advisers about a deal to head off a potentially crippling executive order from Trump. Comes just days after Musk tweet. Skadden is not only firm in discussions w/Trump team. https://t.co/hne7PF0Dpy

[acabby 🇵🇸 @abbyc0hen]

“waaah i need to get out of this country i need to move to Canada” what you NEED to be doing is using the fact that you are a white US-born citizen to advocate for the people the government is disappearing as well as the cause the government is disappearing them over

[Jasmine El-Gamal @jasmineelgamal]

I will not share the last photo of Hossam, his body blodied and mangled after being hit by an Israeli strike while doing his job as a journalist.

I will share this moment instead, to remind you that he is not a number. He had a name, and a mother who loved him, just like you.

[حسام شبات @HossamShabat]

This is Hossam’s team, and we are sharing his final message :

“If you’re reading this, it means I have been killed—most likely targeted—by the Israeli occupation forces. When this all began, I was only 21 years old—a college student with dreams like anyone else. For past 18 months, I have dedicated every moment of my life to my people. I documented the horrors in northern Gaza minute by minute, determined to show the world the truth they tried to bury. I slept on pavements, in schools, in tents—anywhere I could. Each day was a battle for survival. I endured hunger for months, yet I never left my people’s side.

By God, I fulfilled my duty as a journalist. I risked everything to report the truth, and now, I am finally at rest—something I haven’t known in the past 18 months . I did all this because I believe in the Palestinian cause. I believe this land is ours, and it has been the highest honor of my life to die defending it and serving its people.

I ask you now: do not stop speaking about Gaza. Do not let the world look away. Keep fighting, keep telling our stories—until Palestine is free.”

— For the last time, Hossam Shabat, from northern Gaza.

[Yuval Abraham יובל אברהם @yuval_abraham]

A group of settlers just lynched Hamdan Ballal, co director of our film no other land. They beat him and he has injuries in his head and stomach, bleeding. Soldiers invaded the ambulance he called, and took him. No sign of him since.

[Dan Sheehan @danpjsheehan]

There’ll be no humanizing New York Times profile of this boy.

The Empire State Building won’t illuminate for his murdered siblings.

No US politician will condemn his kidnapping, or express an ounce of sympathy for his unfathomable loss.

Why does his grief mean so much less?