A Palestinian delegation of religious scholars, academics, and community leaders came today to pay their respects to the Leader of the Islamic Revolution, Marty Ayatollah Sayid Ali Khamenei.
In an age of silence and normalization, this delegation chose loyalty over fear and gratitude over political convenience.
History remembers those who stand with the oppressed, not those who remain silent. 🇵🇸⚔️🇮🇷
Since the Epstein class is insulting the holy Prophet and his wife Aisha in order to hide their crimes, I decided to write this. Historians list Aisha among the first two dozen people to convert to Islam, which would have required her to be at least several years old at the start of the Prophet's mission. The overwhelming consensus among Shia scholars is that she was 18-19 when she married. This is the most frequently cited range, often calculated using the age of her older sister, Asma, who was 10 years older and died at 100 years old.
O Allah, by the right of Fatimah, her father, her husband, her sons, and the hidden secret within her, protect Iraq and all Islamic nations resisting American and Zionist occupation.
Iraq has given more martyrs today, and our hearts bleed in grief for them. We have now formally entered this war, whether it is accepted or not. Let it be known to the Americans and Zionists that Iraqi blood is not cheap, and it will never be spilled in vain.
We know that some people fear war, and this is natural. But this war was not our choice, it was forced upon us. So we ask: do we surrender, or do we rise to defend our land, our dignity, and our people?
We will never accept occupation. We will never accept humiliation. This is a moment of national unity. No more division. No more labels. We are one people, part of one ummah. Our blood is one, and we defend it as one.
America must leave Iraq. We must reclaim our land, our wealth, and our sovereignty, and we must arm ourselves and turn toward new alliances. Enough.
Macron has not uttered one word of condemnation of the Israel-US war on Iran. He did not condemn Israel when it blew up fuel storage in Tehran, exposing millions to toxins. His current "concern" didn't follow Israel's attack on our gas facilities. It follows our retaliation. Sad!
In the Name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful
Among the faithful are men who fulfill what they have pledged to Allah: there are some among them who have fulfilled their pledge, and some of them who still wait, and they have not changed in the least (Holy Quran 33:23).
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The first 27 pages, the age is listed as 0.
The first 27 pages, the age is listed as 0.
The first 27 pages, the age is listed as 0.
The first 27 pages, the age is listed as 0.
The first 27 pages, the age is listed as 0.
You could've literally walked past him on the street and have had no clue he was the spokesperson of Saraya Al-Quds.
These guys aren’t chilling in luxury bunkers, they live among their people, face the same bombings, and, die the same deaths. The fact that Abu Hamza looked so —
Number of arrivals to Lebanon 🇱🇧 from Islamic countries to attend the funeral of Sayyed Nasrallah and Safi al-Din al-Hashemi, so far:
Iraq 🇮🇶 140 thousand.
Iran 🇮🇷 106 thousand.
Kuwait 🇰🇼 18 thousand.
Bahrain 🇧🇭 9 thousand.
Oman 🇴🇲 9 thousand.
Yemen 🇾🇪 27 thousand
" I am Thaer Kayed Qaddoura Hammad, born in 1980, the sniper of Ayyoun Al-Haramiyah. Here is my story:
I gathered 1,300 Jordanian dinars, approximately 1,800 dollars, and bought an M1 rifle—originally American-made during World War II—along with 350 rounds of ammunition.
I started training with it until I became skilled enough to hit targets with extreme precision—to the point that I could hit a fly with a bullet.
On Monday, March 3, 2002, I performed ablution for the Fajr prayer, and after praying, I took my Quran, put on military-style clothing, grabbed my rifle and 70 rounds, and left after dawn toward a mountain between Ramallah and Nablus called “Ayyoun Al-Haramiyah.” My chances of returning alive were no more than 1%, and I anticipated only two possibilities: martyrdom or capture.
I sat under an olive tree, fortified myself with the surrounding rocks, and observed the military checkpoint for about two hours. It was approximately 120 meters away from me in a straight line. When the clock struck 6:00 AM, I fired my first shot at a soldier, hitting him in the head above his eyes, and he fell face-first. Chaos ensued, and within seconds, my second bullet struck another soldier in the heart. A few moments later, a third soldier followed. Three shots, three dead.
Two more soldiers rushed out of the checkpoint’s cabin, and within seconds, they too were dead. That was five shots and five bodies. One soldier remained inside, armed but terrified, screaming and too afraid to step out. When he finally peeked through the window, my sixth bullet hit his head. The result: six trigger pulls, six dead. The checkpoint was swiftly neutralized.
Shortly after, a civilian vehicle carrying two settlers arrived. Before they could grasp what was happening, two bullets had already struck their heads. The tally now stood at 8/8.
I waited, as I still had 62 rounds left. Eventually, a military jeep arrived to switch shifts. The soldiers exited, scattered, and started firing randomly. It was easy to pick them off one by one.
Then a truck arrived—its driver was an Arab, with two settlers beside him. Without harming the driver, I shot the settler sitting next to him. I remained in position, waiting.
A civilian vehicle carrying an Israeli woman and her children then approached. She was right in front of me, and I could have killed her and her children. But I am not like them—I do not kill children. I gestured for her to leave and called out to her in Hebrew, saying: “I am not a killer. Leave with your children.��
At 7:30 AM, my rifle exploded, and its parts flew apart. I had fired 26 rounds and eliminated the soldiers. I withdrew, stealthily descending from the mountain toward Jaljulia, then entered Silwad, took a shower, and lay down to sleep. It was difficult for them to track me because the terrain was filled with trees, rocks, and rugged ground.
When I woke up, news of the attack had begun to spread. The operation resulted in 11 soldiers killed and 9 wounded, with only 26 rounds fired at them.
A wave of arrests, investigations, and speculations followed. Some said the operation was carried out by an old man with a rifle from World War II who was highly trained in sniping. Others claimed the attacker was a Chechen, as these rifles were common among them. Many absurd and laughable theories circulated.
They arrested me, saw that I was young, and released me, believing that I didn’t fit the profile. I was only 22 years old at the time.
Days passed, and after 30 months—two and a half years—I received a summons stating that I was wanted. I didn’t turn myself in, so they raided our home and arrested me. After 75 days of interrogation, they matched my fingerprints with the rifle fragments, confirming that I was the perpetrator of the Ayyoun Al-Haramiyah operation.….+