BREAKING:
Apocalyptic scenes in Lebanon’s capital right now.
Israel is bombing residential buildings in densely populated neighborhoods of Beirut.
A ceasefire that still allows bombs to fall on civilians is not a ceasefire.
The West has normalized genocide, war, aggression, and ethnic cleansing. Trump and Netanyahu can level cities and launch unprovoked assaults, and Western journalists still frame this madness - this evil - as ordinary.
They are equally evil.
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شيركم قد يكون سببًا في وصول مياه الشرب إلى آلاف العائلات
لا تبخلوا بالنشر، فالدال على الخير كفاعله، وكل مشاركة قد تفتح بابًا للعون وتخفف معاناة أسرة تنتظر قطرة ماء. 💔
The ongoing hell, and the world that counts the numbers.
Just now, a family of six was killed — a family that had welcomed their newborn baby only last night.
And yesterday, a young man was killed on the very day he was supposed to be married.
Do you think that is all that happened?
Wasn’t the groom talking to his bride, the woman he loved, whose hand he had finally won after fulfilling his promise to marry her, before a missile tore his body apart? Weren’t they choosing their wedding songs, deciding when to change the dances, and sharing the joy of believing that, despite everything, they would build a life together?
And the baby girl’s mother and father — weren’t they thinking about her future and the life she would have in the midst of this hell? Weren’t they happy because she carried the name of her aunt who had been killed before her?
There is so much, so very much, that cannot be written or spoken, yet we live it every day.
And the monsters continue.
And the world continues to watch.
And in the best of cases, it watches and counts the numbers.
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🚨 BREAKING: Children were among the victims after an Israeli airstrike hit a tent sheltering displaced families west of Gaza City.
At least 6 civilians were killed and dozens more injured, including many children, in the strike on the displacement camp.
كُنت حامل في شهري التاسع وأشعر بتحاسيس الولادة وقلت لزوجي وأهله أشعر بمغص فقمت بتحضير حقيبه الولادة
ونمت
وفي الساعه العاشره وربع مساءً بلحظة غدر تم قصف البيت واستشهد زوجي وتوأمه وأمه وابنتي ذات العامين
لم أتذكر سوى خيالات أشلائهم وفقدت وعيي
استيقظت وجدت نفسي في العناية المركزة مصابة بعد ٤٨ ساعه غيبوبه تم بتر رجلي ولم يستطيع الأطباء إنقاذ ابني وتم دفنهم جميعهم دون وداعهم
رحمهم اللّٰه
وبقيت وحدي
نرمين شعث
من شهادات الإباده
Así es la esclavitud en las minas en el este del Congo, de donde sale más del 70% del cobalto del mundo, miles de esclavos diariamente extraen el mineral por apenas 2$ al dia para llenar los bolsillos a las multinacionales capitalistas.
El capitalismo que no te enseñan, así es como se sostiene el nivel de vida y de consumo en Occidente, en estas minas al menos hay 40.000 niños esclavizados que pican piedra para que Apple saque 4 modelos de Iphone cada año.
An audience member at a Q&A recently asked me why I'm so apocalyptic. The genocide in Gaza, beyond being a tragedy, marks an irreversible shift in the global world order. Before the genocide, the imperialist ambitions of the Western oligarchic class were partially constrained by the utopian ideal of the rules-based order. Now that ideal is gone, and unrestrained barbarity will characterize the methodology of the war-making ruling class. In other words — our future is an apocalyptic one.
Thursday morning, an Israeli airstrike struck the home of Mona Khalil in Mansouri, South of Lebanon. The home itself was modest. But what it sheltered was extraordinary.
For decades, while many spoke about protecting nature, Mona lived that commitment every single day. From her small house overlooking the sea, she became the guardian of a coastline, the protector of countless sea turtles, and a voice for creatures that could not speak for themselves.
She chose to stay. She stayed through uncertainty, through fear, through danger. She stayed because the beach she watched over was not just a stretch of sand. It was a sanctuary. A place of life. A place worth defending.
Mona was seriously injured and her assistant suffered burns. Both are thankfully in stable condition. Yet the tragedy goes far beyond their wounds.
With war reaching a woman whose life’s mission has been to protect life, something deeper is injured, a part of our humanity is wounded. Violence does not distinguish between a fighter and a conservationist, between a military position and a nest of endangered turtles, between those who destroy and those who dedicate their lives to preserving.
Mona Khalil spent years protecting one of Lebanon’s most fragile treasures. Today, it is Mona who needs protection. And perhaps the greatest tribute we can pay her is to ensure that her courage, her mission, and her love for this land survive long after the smoke has cleared ��️🇱🇧
#lebanon #humanity #truth #worldenvironmentday2026
"Afganistán solía ser exportador neto de alimentos... pero cuando la invadió EEUU y tomó el control del pais, pasó a ser el productor del 93% de la heroína mundial. Pregunté a la DEA y me dijeron que los poderosos querían que se plantara ese opio"
John Kiriakou, agente de la CIA durante 14 años, denuncia como EEUU traficó con la heroína en Afganistán y la propia DEA estaba involucrada en las plantaciones de opio.
I can no longer keep going.
Every day, I wake up and go to work. I spend long hours traveling between central Gaza and Gaza City, then spend my day surrounded by the wounded, blood, exhausted faces, and endless pain. I return home physically and emotionally drained, only to find myself far from my wife and children, who are living in a tent. I feel helpless because I cannot be with them as I should.
I work as a volunteer, holding on to the hope that one day I might earn a modest income that will help me continue. But the truth is that I feel I am losing what little strength, determination, and energy I have left. Every day I grow weaker, both mentally and physically.
After nearly two years and eight months of war, words have become incapable of describing what we are living through. There are things that photographs cannot capture, reports cannot explain, and language itself cannot express.
I want nothing more than a chance to live. I want to leave Gaza before I lose what remains of myself. I want to live a normal life, to watch my children grow up in safety, and to wake up one day without fear, anxiety, or this constant feeling of exhaustion.
I am very tired.
So tired that I no longer know how to explain the depth of this exhaustion.
Israel yesterday kidnapped four women. Two are footballers in the Palestinian National Team.
Their names are: Natali Abu Dia and Rand Halwani.
Is it normal to kidnap footballers, @FIFAcom? Where are sports media organisations? This story should be the headline everywhere.