¡Un último ruego de su hijo por el heroico médico de Gaza, Hussam Abu Safiya!
▪️"Mi padre tiene dificultades para respirar.
No puede hablar.
▪️Su rostro está irreconocible debido a la tortura que ha sufrido.
▪️Trágicamente, nos hemos quedado completamente solos.
Hemos apelado a más de dos mil millones de musulmanes y a más de veintidós naciones árabes e islámicas. Sin embargo, nos han ignorado.
▪️Una vez más, les suplicamos, les pedimos su ayuda. Salven la vida de mi padre antes de que sea demasiado tarde.
▪️Este podría ser nuestro último grito de auxilio. Quizás nunca volvamos a saber de mi padre". Vía @trhaber_com
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Scandalous.
18 months in arbitrary detention. No charge. No evidence. Torture attested by his lawyer, marks visible on his body.
And instead of covering this, @BBC amplifies Israel's unproven claims casting doubt on a hostage doctor.
>BBC's journalism in the time of genocide.
“They brought me here to kill me. I don't see myself surviving. This is the end.”
These are the words of Dr Hussam Abu Safiya, the paediatrician who ran Gaza's last children's hospital. He has been held without charge by Israel for over 18 months, alongside at least 13 other Palestinian doctors from Gaza.
His lawyers say he has been held in solitary confinement, beaten, starved, and denied medical care. He is now in life-threatening danger and requires urgent hospitalisation.
Silence is complicity. @YvetteCooperMP must demand his immediate release and urgent medical treatment NOW.
Mrs Sarah Wilkinson @swilkinsonbc is a 63 year old journalist that has been documenting the Gaza genocide from early on.
The UK Govt is charging her with terrorism crimes for simply posting the news out of Gaza, in an effort to silence her.
Please RT this - thank you.
Zionist stormtroopers shot 355 bullets at this little girl
Before they killed her, she spoke to emergency responders
"I'm not speaking because my mouth is bleeding," she told them. "I don't want to get my shirt dirty, so I don't trouble my mom"
Zionism must be eliminated
Keir Starmer could have ended child poverty, homelessness and the grotesque levels of inequality in this country.
Instead, he abandoned those in need, destroyed our civil liberties and facilitated genocide in Gaza.
That is how this Prime Minister will be remembered - and that is the legacy of moral and political bankruptcy he leaves behind.
The crises in our society are not going away. Neither are we - and we will keep fighting for a more equal, peaceful and dignified society for all.
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.
Former Arsenal kit manager Mark Bonnick is suing the football club for unfair dismissal, saying he was sacked for social media posts expressing solidarity with Palestine. He tells Al Jazeera the move infringes on free speech and exposes double standards in sport.
Israel planted explosives in a school for disabled children at dawn today in South Lebanon and blew it up.
Not a military target.
A school for disabled children — perhaps the only one in the country.
In what universe is this considered “self-defense”?
Sinn Féin is bringing forward a Dáil motion on Tuesday 9th June to support calls to ‘Stop the Game’ between Ireland and Israel.
It is unthinkable for Ireland to play Israel at home or away while Israel is engaging in genocide, occupation and apartheid against the Palestinian people. Israel cannot continue to act with impunity. Israel must be sanctioned.
Ireland has to take a stand. The FAI has to take a stand. The Irish government has to take a stand. #stopthegame
This is Khalifa from Gaza, he came to Ireland twice, played football, met the President, charmed us all. He was a Palestine National Youth Team player. He was 20 when he was murdered by Israel, one of the 421 football players they killed. He is why the FAI must not play Israel.
ISRAELI GENOCIDE
A Scot who took part in the Gaza flotilla is disappointed that the 'British' Foreign Office wasn't all that troubled to help assist him
Most League titles per decade:
1960s Celtic
1970s Celtic
1980s Celtic
1990s Rangers*
2000s Celtic
2010s Celtic
2020s Celtic
(Cheaty David Murray tenure*)
@Highland__paddy My greatest game as well.
The man who did more than anyone to win it for us that night was also on the pitch on Saturday for the presentation.
Big Roy Aitken - unstoppable from midfield that night.☘️
IN PRAISE OF FRANCESCA ALBANESE
There is a question that visits me in the small hours, when sleep will not come and the mind turns over old stones. The question is this: “What would I have done in the 1930s, on the morning after Kristallnacht?"
Not what I say I would have done. Not what I hope I would have done. But what would I actually have done—when the trains began to run, when the neighbours grew quiet, when the cost of decency became the loss of everything?
Most of us, I think, would have done little. Not from malice. From fear. From the soft, creeping conviction that someone else will speak, that the situation is complex, that we must be 'reasonable'. Lest we forget, the ordinary is the extraordinary's alibi. And how we have clung to that alibi! How we still cling to it!
And then, every once in a terrible while, someone appears who does not cling. Someone who steps forward when others step back. Someone who speaks the name of the thing when everyone else is busy naming something else.
Francesca Albanese is that someone.
She stands before the world—alone, unarmed, armed only with law and language and a rare courage—and she says what the centrists will not say, what the foreign ministries will not say, what the editorial boards will not say. She says: "This is a genocide. And we are watching it happen."
Do not tell me that is hyperbole. Do not tell me the term is contested. She has not used it lightly. She has used it as a physician arrives scientifically at a diagnosis—not to wound, but to warn. Not to inflame, but to name.
And for that, they have come for her. Oh, how they have come for her. Smears. Investigations. Vicious editorials. Frozen bank accounts. Dispossession of the only apartment she had ever owned. The machinery of the respectable turned to crush her. Because the respectable cannot abide what she represents: a mirror held up to their complicity.
Let us, once again, travel back to the 1930s. Back to the few who stood up when the trains began to run laden with Jewish people.
There was Aristides de Sousa Mendes, a Portuguese consul in Bordeaux. He defied his own government. He signed thousands of visas, by hand, for hours, until his fingers bled. He saved more lives than Schindler. And he died penniless, disgraced, erased.
There was a German officer in Warsaw named Wilm Hosenfeld. He hid a Jewish pianist in the rubble. He did not save thousands. He saved one. But that one—Władysław Szpilman—carried the memory. And memory is "the only haven from which we cannot be expelled."
There was Raoul Wallenberg. There were the villagers of Le Chambon. There were the anonymous, the quiet, the furious few who said: “Not on my watch.”
Francesca Albanese is their heir. Not because she carries a gun. Not because she hides refugees in her basement. But because she does something equally dangerous in a world that has perfected the art of not seeing. She sees. And she speaks.
She does not speak as a diplomat. Thank Goodness she doesn't! Diplomats have given us the language of "there are arguments on both sides" and "restraint" and "proportionality." Diplomatic language is the perfumed grave of moral clarity. No, she speaks as a jurist. As a human being. As a woman who has looked into the abyss and refused to call it a "complex geopolitical landscape".
Edna O'Brien once described a character who "had the recklessness of those who have already lost everything worth losing." Francesca Albanese has not lost everything. She has her dignity, her office, her voice, her family. But she has calculated the cost of speaking truth to power. And she has decided that that cost is infinitely less than the cost of silence.
What is that cost? Let us name it. She has been called antisemitic—she, who stands on the ground of international law forged in the ashes of Auschwitz and the fires of Nuremberg. She has been called a conspiracy theorist—she, who cites every source, every footnote, every UN resolution. She has been called naive—she, who understands better than most the machinery of realpolitik.
These accusations are not arguments. They are the spittle of the threatened. Because Francesca Albanese threatens something very precious to the powerful: the right to commit atrocity without being named.
Friends, the 1930s did not arrive with jackboots and pogroms on day one. They arrived in small increments. With "reasonable" restrictions. With "proportional" measures. With the silence of the respectable.
We tell ourselves that we would have been different. That we would have been Sousa Mendes. That we would have been Wallenberg. But most of us, I fear, would have been the neighbours who later said, "I didn't know."
Francesca Albanese knows. And she refuses to pretend otherwise.
So let us praise her. Not with statues or awards she does not seek. But with something harder: with our own refusal to look away. With our own voices, raised in places that are safe for us but dangerous for her. With our own bodies, if it comes to that.
A brave woman, who was injured while demonstrating outside a US nuclear military base in 1982, the infamous Greenham Common, had told me that "the heart is a hunter for what it cannot have." But I say the heart is a hunter for what it will not lose. And what we will not lose is the memory of those who stood up when standing up cost everything.
Francesca Albanese is standing up now. In our time. In our name. Under our indifferent sky.
Let us stand with her.
Not tomorrow. Not when it is safe. Now.
[Extract from a speech in Athens on Sunday 3rd May 2026]