To the man who gave us the concept of equality and justice, to the man who with the strength of his pen uplifted millions, to the man who gave rights to all in inegalitarian society, my deepest gratitude. A very happy birthday to Dr. Ambedkar.
There is a bookshop in Rabat that measures five feet by five feet. Inside it, every morning since 1967, sits a man reading. His name is Mohamed Aziz. He is 72. He was orphaned at six, pulled out of school at fifteen because he couldn't afford the textbooks, and decided to have his revenge. The revenge was this: he opened a bookshop and taught himself to read in seven languages, one book at a time, with no teacher and no classroom. Arabic. French. Spanish. German. Italian. English. He discusses Dostoevsky the way other men discuss football. He has read more than five thousand books.
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Dear Italy,
Your PM just defended Pope and lost an ally in Washington — the Commander in Grief, yet the most 'powerfool'man on earth.
We'd like to apply for the vacancy.
Our qualifications: 7,000 years of civilization, a shared love of poetry, architecture, and food that takes longer to prepare than Trump's attention span.
The only thing Iran and Italy have ever fought over is who invented ice cream. Faloodeh came first. Gelato came louder. We've been in a 'cold' war over this for 2,000 years.
🇮🇳 India’s largest Hindu far-right organization, the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS), for the first time in its 100-year history, quietly hired a powerful US firm to lobby Congress — even though neither the RSS nor its intermediaries are registered under the Foreign Agents Registration Act, an investigation by Meghnad Bose and Biplob Kumar Das found.
Federal filings show lobbying firm Squire Patton Boggs was paid $330,000 in 2025 to lobby on “US-India bilateral relations.” Foreign-influence experts told the authors this work should fall under FARA, not the softer Lobbying Disclosure Act, which serves as a loophole that lets the campaign operate with minimal transparency and shields details of who the lobbyists meet or what they push on Capitol Hill.
The RSS, ideological parent of Modi’s ruling BJP and long accused of anti-Muslim violence, also brought its lobbyists and affiliated US political figures to India this year for RSS-run events and tours. Investigators say the effort aims to recast the group’s international image and shape how US policymakers understand its growing power inside India.
Yesterday, at Al-Awda Hospital in northern Gaza, a girl-child came into this world, and the world rejected her. She had no brain. Not in the poetic sense of innocence or purity, but anatomically, literally: anencephaly. No cerebrum. No future thought, no dreams, no memory to be made. A skull empty of purpose. She was full-term. Her mother carried her for nine long months, through burning nights and weeping mornings, through dust, grief, and sirens. And then, birth. But no life to save. Only silence. The doctors stood helpless, mocked by the limits of their hands.
I saw them, people of medicine, their skilled, sterile fingers trembling. Not from confusion, but from recognition. Teratogenic damage. Developmental failure. Genetic disfigurement, not by chance, but by war. Bombs struck not only buildings, but chromosomes. The weapons, steel, shiny, American, fell not just to destroy the present, but to corrupt the womb. To poison the idea of tomorrow.
What do we call this horror? Radiation? Dioxins? Depleted uranium? Invisible toxins that do not kill quickly, they wait. They embed, cross placental walls, and twist the neural tube. They disrupt life before it begins.
There are more cases. Miscarriages. Premature births. Malformed limbs. Cleft palates wider than sorrow. Spinal cords like broken scrolls. The doctors whisper now, this is no cluster. It’s a pattern. A Lancet study warns of up to 200,000 indirect victims, not from blast wounds, but from genetic harm passed down to generations unborn.
But the world is deaf. It counts the dead by explosions, not deformities. It tracks casualties by limbs lost, not genes shattered.
And here, beneath the rubble, the deepest wound is in the womb. I saw her yesterday. The mother. She didn’t cry. She only looked. Her arms were empty. She had carried a daughter with no brain. But the child had eyelashes. Fingers. And that’s the most terrible thing: that life tried. That the body obeyed. That, even in apocalypse, the cells kept building.
Somewhere, another child may be born marked by air their mother once breathed. And they won’t know why.
They say war ends. That ceasefires come. That healing is possible. But how can it end when it lives in cells? When the placenta becomes a battlefield? When biology becomes the archive of war?
This is not just a war of fire and steel. It’s a war against life. Against women. Against the act of birth itself.
I have seen death, bodies torn, lungs gasping under broken ribs. But never have I heard a silence as loud as when a mother delivers a child already condemned by the sky above her.
And so I write. Not to accuse. Not to weep. But to remember.
Because some weapons do not explode.
They incubate.
#GazaGenocide
Palestinians celebrate the ceasefire with whistles and cheers.
Israelis celebrate with more bombs and destruction.
#GazaUnderAttackk
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Israel has broken ALL ceasefires before. And Israel, not Hamas, will break this ceasefire.
Israel will continue to besiege and occupy. Israel will continue to shoot at farmers and fishers.
Israel will make billions selling building materials to reconstruct Gaza
#GazaUnderAttack
Parkour in Gaza: Radical imagination in practice
Ramallah-based photographer and writer Maen Hammad delves into Gaza's parkourists who defy genocide, reclaim their bodies, and resist erasure with every leap: https://t.co/tndNdmuZ5t