They are now killing people who posted abt their crimes inside their homes. They are killing injured people inside the hospitals. They are killing children in their school uniforms. Most of our social media apps are banned. Don't let our government silence us. #Nepalprotest
Sharing two rare views of Nariman Point & Marine Drive clicked from Oberoi Sheraton in January 1978.
I had to do a double take on the first photo, no parapet wall! It seems it was still under construction then.
Also sharing two zoomed-in frames, notice the clear blue hues of the water. The parapet wall those days existed only till the Air India building and was extended later.
#OldMumbai
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.
In Fahrenheit 451, the abolition of reading began with tech companies simplifying books into summaries that you could read in five minutes. Because people no longer engaged with the texts, they forgot how to think. Then came the book-burnings.
Several Palestinian youtube channels have now stopped posting because they were killed. These were kids. Teenagers. They sang songs & loved birds & showed us the ocean. The silence is unbearable.
Israel assassinated you, Hassan.
They murdered you in your hospital bed defenseless, in your sleep.
They killed you after you survived an Israeli attack, after you had already endured so much.
They killed you because your voice was too loud… too powerful.
BREAKING: Israeli Forces Kill 12-Year-Old Eyewitness to Rafah Paramedic Massacre
Mohammed Bardawil, 12, was shot and killed by Israeli forces in the Mawasi area of Gaza this week. He was one of the only four surviving eyewitnesses to the Israeli military’s execution of 15 paramedics, rescue workers, and UN staff in Rafah in March 2024.
Mohammed had testified that some of the paramedics were shot at point-blank range—“from one meter away.” He was also interviewed by The New York Times for their investigation into the massacre, though his most damning claims were omitted from their final report.
He and his father, Saeed Bardawil, were abducted by Israeli officer Major Nikolai Ashurov and his unit during the killings. The two were later forced to assist in the forced evacuation of Tal al-Sultan. The Israeli military later cited their survival as “proof” that civilians were not deliberately targeted—while failing to mention that they were spared for operational purposes.
Mohammed had been scheduled for a second round of testimony with investigators, this time with pediatric psychologists present.
Instead, the 12-year old war crime witness was killed by Israeli forces.