I’m devastated to hear the Dr. Rizk Abou Sheira has been killed in the bombing of Nasser Medical Complex.
Dr. Rizk was in the American Doctor documentary operating and serving his people. He lost his life doing that, he lost his life because he was doing that.
🕊️ Jean Wilson Brutus, a 41-year-old Haitian man died under 24 hours in ICE custody, he was an asylum seeker fleeing from a warzone in Haiti! He was given no medical attention or care!
His family are operating a fundraiser on his behalf to put him to rest!https://t.co/x3OFuIV1NR
the fascist army we paid for in israel getting their head beat in by guerrillas for two years brother. genocide they final solution and they still getting belt to ass. do not forget that shit. you’re not organizing for lost causes, you’re getting with the winning team ho.
In July 2006, Israel killed my cousin — the young, beautiful Saed Samir Farwana. Two years later, his brother Raed had a son and named him Saed in memory of his uncle. Moments ago, Israel executed Saed.
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.
Seeing these images, I find myself thinking about how tiny Gaza is. You could drive the length of it in half an hour, and walk across its widest point in two.
And into this they poured several nuclear bombs worth of explosives, then sent bulldozers to finish off what’s left.
The Sameer Project is taking on the greatest risks to help people. and they are making it so easy for those of us who are taking no risks, making little objection to atrocity - the least we can do is show we are with them. please give today
Inna Lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un
Our worst nightmare became a reality yesterday. Our dear, beloved Mosab was martyred. He was taken from us by the sick, evil occupier.
Mosab WAS The Sameer Project. He was our camp manager, ran all our South initiatives, a coordinator who would get the best prices, find goods, organize the biggest distributions, solved problems. Out of necessity to treat his injured son he founded TechMed, a technology driven mental and physical rehabilitation organization. He was a team leader. But this is only a fraction of who Mosab was to us….
He was our friend, our family. Mosab was the most honorable, honest, caring, fierce but gentle, strong but soft, intelligent, respectable man we have known. He absolutely adored his wife and his three children. He was their protector - he made us all feel safe. Mosab made working in a genocide feel doable, feel impactful, despite his own pain and struggles.
And he did this because he loved Gaza. Mosab loved his people, he would do anything at all to help. And help he did. Mosab saved lives. Every single day. When our camp was shot at last summer he carried children and the elderly to safety. He evacuated an entire camp within hours when it was under threat. He would source food and serve thousands that were hungry. He rushed the sick to the hospital. His tenderness and words of advice made all problems go away. And he saved us - Palestinians in the diaspora that didn’t know where to put our rage and sadness and desire to help. He was everything that we all aspire to be.
Mosab was too good for this cruel world. He was loved so much, he gave so much love, he was the best of us. Our team is devastated, there is a hole in our hearts.
But Mosab made it very clear to us, always, what his priority was - to support our people. We are hurt beyond belief and all we can do now is pray for his family and be there for them. But we will not stop. We can’t. We won’t and we will continue to serve Gaza, for Mosab, for all those who are suffering.
May Allah have mercy on him and grant his family strength.
“They killed my mother — and before that, my brother. I urge everyone: do not go to the American aid distribution points soaked in blood. This bag only contains 2 empty flour sacks — nothing else — & yet they shot & killed my mother as she tried to get us something to eat today.”
There was a man riding his bicycle between the tents in the center of Gaza City, near our tent. My son Yazan saw him and began to cry, wanting to play with the bicycle. The man kindly took him and started riding around with him between the tents, just to stop his crying, just to give him a moment of joy.
Yazan he is nearly a year old now, and he has not seen a single beautiful day in his life. All he has seen is death and rubble, and all he hears are the sounds of planes and bombings.
His first year of life has been a witness to a war that has stolen every beautiful thing from him even the simplest dreams of children: a toy, a laugh, or a safe embrace.
Yahya Sobeih's last posts this morning: pictures of his daughter, born today.
Yahya was killed a few hours later when Israeli strike hit a group of families gathering to get a wifi connection in Gaza City. 29 people have been confirmed killed so far in that attack.
UCLA just sent riot police to beat up students who were screening a movie about how schools like UCLA sent riot police to beat up students supporting Palestine, on the one-year anniversary of UCLA calling riot police to beat up students supporting Palestine.
We are coming up to the one year anniversary of The Sameer Project. A couple of months into the project we saw a great need for a camp ( https://t.co/dT6xhwAxvs ) for internally displaced people that needed additional support because of critical medical cases. Injuries, diseases, chronic conditions, mental and physical disabilities that needed rehabilitation, and more. We had to do something to serve them with dignity and care.
But what started as The Refaat Alareer Camp for vulnerable medical cases, quickly turned into a group of people that will forever be our family.
From the ground team including the managers, security staff, cleaning crew, teachers, and doctors, to our residents, some who have migrated back to the north, and the babies that were born there…we will always be connected. The Refaat Alareer Camp became a place for refuge, hope, protection. Our camp manger even jumped in front of children playing when a quadcopter started shooting at them, he carried our wheelchair bound elders as the residents of the camp ran for their lives, and most recently organized another emergency evacuation within hours when the occupation threatened.
This is what it means to be Palestinian. Community, care, honor, and we could not possibly be any luckier than to work with a team that encompasses all these traits and more.
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