My tribute to my dad, who passed away last month in the UK.
He was a proud Indian immigrant *and* a proud British citizen.
His life story is one long rebuttal to the nativists, bigots and xenophobes.
The resentment Israel has deservingly earned ensures that even if it wins, it remains despised across regions, religions, and generations.
In that lies a warning for all authoritarian regimes: you may wield power, but you do so in a connected world that watches, remembers, and resists.
This is not the world of the pre-2000s. Today, social media documents every word, every act, and every silence. Hypocrisy may work for a moment, but it can not withstand the onslaught of truth. The collective memory of the people, not the discredited mouthpieces of regimes, will write history.
And for Israel and other authoritarian regimes, that history is already being written.
"Iran doesn't have nukes. Israel does.
Iran is a signatory to the NPT. Israel isn't.
Iran has allowed IAEA inspectors into its country.
Israel doesn't."
But Israel's the victim?
My video for Zeteo on how the media's coverage of this crisis is abysmally biased.
Yahya
Rakan
Raslan
Jubran
Eve
Rivan
Sideen
Luqman
Sidra
The names of the nine children burned to death in an Israeli airstrike on the home of Dr. Hamdi and Dr. Alaa Al-Najjar in Khan Younis today.
Journalist Muthanna Al-Najjar writes:
In Qizan al-Najjar, south of Khan Yunis, where life once throbbed, Dr. Hamdi al-Najjar lived within the walls of his home, surrounded by his extended family, who were his entire world.
When the evacuation orders were issued by the occupying army, he did as all fathers do. He carried his children and tried to flee with them to a safe shore. But there was no shore here, no shore of salvation in a sea of fire.
He failed to find a place to shelter him, so he returned to what remained of his world—his small clinic downstairs—in the hope that its walls would protect them, or embrace them in their final moments.
Hamdi took his wife to work at Nasser hospital earlier today. Immediately after returning home to his children, a missile fell. In an instant, nine of his children were killed. Yahya, Rakan, Raslan, Jubran, Eve, Rivan, Sideen, Luqman and Sidra.
Hamdi and his son Adam were injured.
Why? He wasn’t a fighter. He didn’t carry a weapon. He was a doctor, a father, a human being who only dreamed of living.
But in Gaza, there is no time for dreams. People are dying of hunger, lost, and fear. They are dying searching for a life that does not exist and for stability that has no place. In Gaza, even survival has become a miracle.
Dr. Alaa Al-Najjar, a pediatrician at the hospital, is reportedly still there. She hasn’t left her post. She has not stopped working.
(Information from @HCWWatch)
The situation in the Gaza Strip is increasingly worrying and painful. I renew my heartfelt appeal to allow the entry of dignified humanitarian aid and to bring an end to the hostilities, whose heart-rending price is borne by children, the elderly, and the sick.
Modi’s speech wasn’t power, it was projection. Beneath the theatrics was a bruised ego and a leader grasping at control. Still threatening, still performing, still selling illusions to a nation willing to believe them. But beyond the echo chamber, the world sees the bluff.
First they went after Himanshi Narwal, The Wife of the Navy Officer Vinay Narwal. And now the same trolls are going after the Foreign Secretary of India, Vikram Misri and his daughter, Abusing and sharing her mobile number.
"Happy is the man who knows the true from the false, and refuses to accept less."
-Mawlâna Jami. Herat, Khorasan (15th century).
From "An argosy of fables", p. 243.
War between two countries never truly ends on the battlefield.
It ends in hospitals, in orphanages, in the silent tears of mothers on both sides- who never declared it, may not have wanted it, but lost the most to it.