Hello, I am Firas Shabat, brother of journalist Hussam Shabat. I created a donation link because all of Gaza now cannot find food. Everything is expensive in Gaza. I ask everyone to send me support. Thank https://t.co/MeyHGkYzHr
Mahmoud Khalil’s wife, Dr. Noor Abdalla, gave birth to their first child today, a baby boy.
From her statement: “My son and I should not be navigating his first days on earth without Mahmoud. ICE and the Trump administration have stolen these precious moments from our family…”
Organizing an art exhibit fundraiser April 25 in NYC at @MaydaySpace featuring 20 visual artists in Gaza who have continued their practice through this genocide. All proceeds will go to the artists and their families in Gaza. Come through and share!
RSVP: https://t.co/H952k6OVdq
Raise Funds for Garment Workers in BD
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Lal Morich is raising funds to help the garment workers in Bangladesh. The funds will help support their ground organizing efforts to demand their wages be paid.
I could never finish watching the video, and I never like sharing it. Death dances on his peeling skin. The same fire that devoured his body burns in my chest. All I have are my helpless eyes—if only they had gone blind before I saw you. I am also deeply saddened for those who couldn’t save him. They scream, and my life tears apart, a tear that stretched until they put out the fire—put him out—dead. And with that, a piece of my soul was extinguished, one that will never, ever reignite. Yes, I didn’t die with him, but I will rot in death until my soul departs.
This is Hossam’s team, and we are sharing his final message :
“If you’re reading this, it means I have been killed—most likely targeted—by the Israeli occupation forces. When this all began, I was only 21 years old—a college student with dreams like anyone else. For past 18 months, I have dedicated every moment of my life to my people. I documented the horrors in northern Gaza minute by minute, determined to show the world the truth they tried to bury. I slept on pavements, in schools, in tents—anywhere I could. Each day was a battle for survival. I endured hunger for months, yet I never left my people’s side.
By God, I fulfilled my duty as a journalist. I risked everything to report the truth, and now, I am finally at rest—something I haven’t known in the past 18 months . I did all this because I believe in the Palestinian cause. I believe this land is ours, and it has been the highest honor of my life to die defending it and serving its people.
I ask you now: do not stop speaking about Gaza. Do not let the world look away. Keep fighting, keep telling our stories—until Palestine is free.”
— For the last time, Hossam Shabat, from northern Gaza.
A year ago today Aaron Bushnell gave his life to try to stop the US-backed genocide in Gaza. What he did was an extraordinary act of love and humanity, a sacrifice I wish he never felt he had to make. I wish we could have gotten to know him. Always remember and honor him.
Say hello to Justin Yehuda-Zalman.
You may remember him from such incidents as “brought a knife to City Hall to harass a pro-Palestine demo and was forced to leave” and “the MAGA hat that got decked at a land theft protest in Kew Gardens.”
He owns, it seems, one pair of pants.