always searching for (a) sound/for voice/for ways to express myself. looking for rhythm i can’t find. yearning and longing in a language i can’t find words in.
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.
Gaza is an extermination camp and the godless bastard entity hasn’t stopped bombing innocent men, women, and children. On the anniversary of the Nakba, they’re carrying out one of the bloodiest nights of the genocide.
Dr. Munir Al-Bursh, the director of the Ministry of Health in the Gaza Strip, said that he's not exaggerating when he says that Gaza is taking its last breaths.
In all 17 months of the 'Israeli' genocidal war on the Gaza Strip, things have never been this bad.
the basics: fascism thrives on fear. they want you to be silent, to self-censor, to do less. you will not recover whatever ground you concede. the moment calls for caution, not hysteria. courage, not cowardice. if the objective is fear, be unafraid. dissent.
Palestinian children are the only children in the world who carry their wills in their pockets. This boy wanted to make sure the shekel he borrowed was returned, in case he was killed before he could repay it. How many ways can the heart break?
They coordinated with the Red Cross. They went in to save lives. Israel executed all 16 of them—ambulance crews, first responders—then buried their bodies & destroyed their vehicles. This isn’t self-defense. This is a war crime. A massacre. And the world is still silent.
despite the nuclear arsenal, the ethno-nationalist state, and the global diplomatic cover, zionists still operate as if their lives are in peril because victimhood, as an affect, is so fundamental to their identity—it’s easy to spot: most of their arguments stem from incredulity.
On the sacred Laylat al-Qadr (Night of Power) revered by Muslims worldwide, Israeli strikes on Gaza continued relentlessly. Bombardment, killings, and sheer terror unfolded, forced evacuations from northern to southern Gaza. More than 100 airstrikes since last evening.