🚨ÚLTIMA HORA: El régimen islámico ha confirmado que la sentencia de muerte contra Melika Azizi, de 18 años, se ejecutó hoy mismo.
Melika fue detenida en enero de 2026 durante las protestas a nivel nacional y acusada de "moharebeh" (librar una guerra contra Dios) por haber quemado presuntamente símbolos del régimen islámico. Ante el tribunal, Melika dijo al juez: "Han dejado que tantos jóvenes se desangren. ¿Cómo voy a guardar silencio? No me importa; mátenme sin más".
¡Era una joven valiente!
Vía @Emmaiid11
Good morning from Dallas! We’re heading to the Texas State Fair in a bit, but first, we have a little surprise.
Here’s a 30-minute video of our experience at the Red River Rivalry!
On Saturday morning, after reading so many messages from you guys about how special this game is and why it’s a bucket-list experience, we spontaneously decided to film the whole thing.
We’ve always felt that a few Twitter posts don’t really capture what these experiences are like, so we thought we’d give it a try. We spent yesterday editing everything, and we’re actually pretty happy with how it turned out!
So here it is! You can now see our whole gameday experience, including our friend’s reaction to his very first college football game. Hope you enjoy it!
And yes, this means our anonymity is gone now. We know a lot of you liked that part of our account, but after Auburn and the photos that some posted of us, it was basically over for us anyway. Most people already know what we look like, so we figured there’s no real reason to hide anymore.
Anyway, hope you enjoy the video! Let us know what you think.🙏❤️
Here‘s the link: https://t.co/YPfOtGKfDu
A Letter to the World’s Leftists and to Righteous People : 7th of October. There are days history writes in ink, days it writes in tears, and days so terrible that history writes their names in blood. October 7 was such a day. The morning came quietly. Some were sleeping. Some were praying. Mothers were beside their children. Then Hamas terrorists, the Palestinian Muslim Brotherhood, entered homes in Israel. Blood. Fire. Screams. Women were raped. Children were burned. Families were executed. Babies were kidnapped. Jews were hunted and murdered.
Homes that once held prayers, laughter and children's footsteps became places of death. Beds became graves. A mother's arms became empty. A child's room waited for a child who would not return.
There are no words large enough for such grief. Only the silence afterward. The silence of a mother waiting for her child. The silence left when evil has finished screaming.
Once again, Jews were murdered for being Jews. An ancient nightmare suddenly had a date in the present tense. The old hatred had found new mouths and new excuses.
From my country, the United Arab Emirates, a Muslim Arab country, came a voice within minutes calling it by its name: A terrorist attack. No excuse. No ideology can make rape resistance. No slogan can make burning a child justice. No flag can make kidnapping a baby freedom.
And yet, London. Paris. Toronto. You would have expected tears. Instead, people celebrated while Jewish families searched for the missing and children remained with kidnappers. People waved the flag of the kidnappers of babies instead of demanding freedom for the babies.
This was another wound of October 7. Innocent people were murdered, while others had forgotten how to mourn them. It felt as though civilisation had turned backwards. Back toward 1936. Back toward the old darkness. That was where morals failed.
I have travelled to universities around the world and stood beside Jewish communities attacked simply for being Jewish, to tell them: You have a friend here.
When the Holocaust happened, I was not there. I cannot go backwards and stop the trains or take one terrified child by the hand. But I was alive on October 7. And I had a choice.
One day my children may ask: Where did you stand? I want to tell them: I stood with the baby, not his kidnapper. I stood with the mother, not her rapist. I stood with the murdered, not the murderer. I stood with the Jew hunted simply for being a Jew.
When people found sophisticated words to excuse barbarism, I chose humanity's simplest word: No. No to rape. No to kidnapping. No to burning children. No to terrorism. No to antisemitism.
Hamas, the Palestinian Muslim Brotherhood, may have lost in Gaza, but an ideology does not die because it loses a battlefield. Look at the streets of the West, universities, some parliaments and city councils. Too many young minds have become hostages to propaganda for Hamas, Hezbollah and Iran's proxies in the West.
When you become silent about an October 7, you do not guarantee that October 7 will remain in the past.
Hatred begins as a sentence before it becomes a scream. Extremism begins as an excuse before it becomes an act. Evil first asks to be tolerated, then excused, then normalised.
Remember October 7. Remember the empty beds. Remember the empty arms. Remember the kidnapped. Remember the murdered. Remember Jewish families hunted in the one place every human should believe is safe: home.
Be like my country, the UAE, where antisemitism is not an opinion to celebrate. It is a crime. Where the Muslim Brotherhood is banned, not romanticised as activists.
History will ask something simple: When a child cried, where did you stand?
On October 7, I knew my answer. With the baby, not the kidnapper. With the mother, not her rapist. With the innocent, not the terrorist.
And when my children read this chapter of history, I want them to know: Their father did not look away.
Welles Crowther, a former Boston College lacrosse player who had a trademark red bandana, was working in New York on Sept. 11, 2001.
This is the story of how he led people to safety after terrorists struck the World Trade Center.
Twenty five years ago today, forty people who had never met decided to die on purpose so that strangers in Washington would not have to.
United 93 should have left Newark at 8:00 a.m. It sat on the taxiway in a line of airplanes and did not get airborne until 8:42. Forty two minutes late. That delay handed the people in that cabin the one thing nobody else in the sky that morning was given. Time, and the truth.
When four hijackers took the cockpit at 9:28, both towers were already burning. The passengers picked up the seatback airphones and called home, and their families told them what was happening in New York.
So they knew. That is what separates Flight 93 from everything else that happened that day. Every other victim died without warning. These forty had roughly half an hour to sit with the knowledge that they were already dead, that the only question left was where the airplane would land and how many people it would take with it.
Think about who they were.
Captain Jason Dahl was flying that trip because he had swapped for it, so he could get home for his fifth wedding anniversary. His first officer was LeRoy Homer Jr., Air Force Academy class of 1987, a C-141 pilot who had flown in the Gulf War and into Somalia, a major in the Reserve, with a wife and a ten month old daughter at home. Both men fought for that cockpit and neither of them gave it up willingly.
Todd Beamer's wife Lisa was pregnant with their third child. Jeremy Glick's daughter was twelve weeks old. Tom Burnett had three little girls. Lauren Grandcolas was pregnant and flying home from her grandmother's funeral. Deora Bodley was twenty. CeeCee Lyles was a flight attendant who had been a police detective in Florida and had four sons. Sandy Bradshaw had two small children waiting in North Carolina.
Not one of them had a reason to be brave. Every single one of them had a reason to sit still and hope.
Listen to what they said instead.
Tom Burnett told his wife Deena, don't worry, we're going to do something.
Sandy Bradshaw called her husband from the galley and told him she was filling coffee pots with boiling water. Then she said she had to go and hung up on him.
Honor Elizabeth Wainio told her stepmother, I have to go, they're breaking into the cockpit, I love you.
Todd Beamer stayed on the line with a phone operator named Lisa Jefferson for thirteen minutes, gave her his home number, asked her to tell his wife he loved her, and asked her to say the Lord's Prayer with him. Then she heard him set the phone down and say to the men beside him, are you ready, okay, let's roll.
They took a vote first. On a hijacked airliner, with a man at the front claiming to have a bomb, they held a vote, because they were not going to force anyone else to die for their decision.
At 9:57 they came up the aisle.
The recorder caught six minutes of it. A galley cart driven into the cockpit door. Men shouting. The hijacker at the controls throwing the airplane into rolls and dives trying to knock them off their feet, and failing, because they kept coming. At 10:00 he asks the man beside him whether to finish it. Twenty five seconds later you can hear an American voice screaming, in the cockpit, if we don't we'll die. At 10:02 the hijackers are yelling at each other to put it down.
They put it down. At 10:03 a.m., in an empty field outside Shanksville, Pennsylvania, 130 miles and twenty minutes short of the United States Capitol, where Congress was still inside the building.
The men who hijacked that plane were willing to die for their cause. So were the passengers. The difference is that the hijackers wanted to take thousands of people with them, and the passengers of Flight 93 made sure the only people who died were themselves.
Forty of them. Salesmen, flight attendants, a college student, a retired ironworker, a judo champion, two pilots fighting to the last second for a control yoke. No weapons, no training, no orders, no chance.
They are the only Americans on September 11, 2001 who saw it coming, understood exactly what it would cost them, and walked into it anyway.
As we mark the 25th anniversary of 9/11, the Tunnel to Towers Foundation remains committed to doing good by providing 55 mortgage-free homes or mortgage payoffs to the families of fallen first responders. This effort is part of our promise to never forget the 343 FDNY firefighters who made the ultimate sacrifice on September 11, 2001, and to honor their legacy by delivering 343 mortgage-free homes throughout the year. 🇺🇸
Oh my heart. I've never seen this. They were still fighting to save lives and thought they would success. May their families be comforted in love and their memories be forever held sacred.
Every tackle. Every sack. Every play counts.
Oklahoma defensive end Danny Okoye is turning his NIL earnings into support for the Tunnel to Towers Foundation, pledging donations throughout the season to honor America's heroes ahead of the 25th anniversary of 9/11. @pdoocy
I'm not backing down from this one.
You can support people's rights AND believe biological men shouldn't compete in women's sports. Those two things are not mutually exclusive.
My issue isn't hate. It's protecting women, protecting girls, and asking why a WNBA coach chose to inject herself into a controversy that could hurt the very league she's supposed to represent.
Common sense still matters. That's where I stand.
My full remarks are on YouTube.
Important announcement: I am upping my offer, $10 million dollars for a head-to-head basketball game between the defending WNBA champion Las Vegas Aces and a boy's high school state title team of my choice. If the Aces beat my team, I will give them $10 million.
🇺🇸BREAKING: Sophie Cunningham took a hard elbow to the face during a WNBA game and somehow got called for the foul.
Officials reviewed the contact and still ruled against the Fever guard, sparking outrage from fans who called it intentional bullying.
"If the regime falls, the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps will fire its missiles at any cities that come under the control of the opposing side."
Ali Akbar Raefipour, a prominent Islamic Republic propagandist and supporter, made this chilling statement. His remarks echo those of the spokesperson for the Iranian Army, who previously said the military would target its own territory if it fell under enemy control.
These statements expose the Islamic Republic's apocalyptic and genocidal mindset: if the regime cannot survive, then Iran should not survive either.
The same regime that massacred more than 45,000 Iranians during the January protests now openly talks about turning its own cities into missile targets. To them, Iranian lives are expendable, and the nation itself is nothing more than cannon fodder for the regime's survival.