The pressure inside Tehran is reaching a violent, unavoidable... breaking point. All around me, people are barely clinging to life, and I can hardly bear to imagine the unthinkable agony endured by our brothers and sisters in Sistan and the south. When I was a child, I wanted to be Spider-Man. Every kid dreams of becoming a superhero to save their city. But Iranian children became heroes without ever asking for a mantle. They were forced to wear shrouds. They died as legends before they even had the chance to live. I was not one of those fallen legends. Instead, I was burdened with a quiet, sacred purpose. To become their voice. That is the only reason my lungs still draw air after surviving three revolutions and three massacres executed by this regime. I survived Bloody November. I survived Woman Life Freedom. I survived the brutal January massacre of our Lion and Sun revolution. They say with great power comes great responsibility, but in Iran, with great luck comes an absolute duty. I will be damned if I abandon that weight while I still draw breath. For Nika. For Sarina. For Sepehr. For Khodanour. For Kian. For negin. For every star ripped from our sky and every mother weeping over a cold grave, I must keep surviving to be the voice of my homeland. Iran will be free from this occupying tyranny. But mark my words. We will never forget the allies who stood with us in the dark, and we will never forgive those who chose to side with our oppressors. I believe in the Lion and Sun revolution with every fiber of my being. Our dawn is inevitable, and Crown Prince Reza Pahlavi will lead us through the despair of this night onto morning light.show more

By Thursday, we will be announcing Phase IV of... the Health Insurance for vulnerable citizens in Kaduna. The figure takes us to over 1, 000 in partnership with KACHMA. I missed being in the office. In the next few weeks, I will state my position politically. I owe the public that. I always state whatever I do through my handles. I was with my father for a few hours and he is fine with me running. As God is my witness, and on behalf of the excellent people Kaduna North, I will be running for office in 2027, if alive. We will still focus on the job we were elected to do, and there are a few leaders, Northern Statesmen and fathers that I have to speak to. My position is peculiar. But I have tried to handle with honour and dignity. My wife and I have decided this is the right course. And my people are with me, on social media and offline. I have never feared an election for a day. But it is the right of anyone to try. Respect that right knowing my record speaks for me. Thank you.show more

Xabi Alonso’s message to all Madrid fans: “I want... Madridistas to be proud of the team they watch. When they watch the team, I want them to say: Yeah, that’s my Madrid.” “This is a very special day for me. I will remember it for life. This is my home.” “I feel the excitement of the Real Madrid fans. This is a big moment for everyone. As soon as I stepped foot in Valdebebas my feeling and love for Real Madrid appeared again, but it never left me.” “I feel like I was born again today. Thank you Florentino, for trusting me with this job. From the first day you sat on the bench of Real Madrid’s U14 in 2018… we knew where you would end up. Right here”. “We have a great team, with fantastic players. We’ll have a very good future. I want to build a great team. With the ambition that we will achieve great things.” “I want to talk about Carlo... He was my coach, a great person, a coach who left his mark on me, and probably without his mastery and the learning I received from him, I wouldn’t be here. I take up his legacy with great honor and pride.” Real Madrid C.F.show more

A lot going on. So first let me make... the announcement that despite the DOJ and FBI deliberately stonewalling me for 5 years, I have retrieved (most of) my property that was wrongfully seized after January 6. It's mostly in disrepair, but I'll address that later. Today I had business to take care of in Congress. Framed as a domestic terrorist and insurrectionist after January 6, when I was only a comedian who peacefully picketed, I returned today to Congress in the wrinkled and torn suit the feds kept from me - ever the satirist. They should have just left me the fuck alone. Now with only a fraction of the property I had no access to before my trial, I can prove that FBI agents and vindictive prosecutors maliciously misrepresented my character and my motivations, wrongfully robbing me of years of freedom for questioning their regime, but again I'll address that later. I remember the names and faces of every person that worked to destroy me. Every single one. They're burned into my memory. I am not like most people. The more you fuck with me the longer I am willing to wait for justice to come to you. I have superhuman patience. I endured years of torment through nothing but faith and sheer tyranny of will. Judges, prosecutors, jailhouse snitches, backstabbers, reporters - I have survived all of their attempts to smear me, break me, and silence me. But I will be the one to write the history of January 6 and its aftermath, and their names will only be footnotes. If you were entrapped by the feds too on that fateful day, keep your chin up, because the torment we've endured must be documented for posterity and the people who did this to us need to be brought to justice. That can only happen if you stay in the fight. Every dirtbag that smeared you in the press needs to be confronted for publishing lies. Every informant, agent, prosecutor and judge who betrayed, entrapped, incarcerated, and dehumanized you needs to be named and removed from any influence they have in public life. The system will try to move on from January 6 and the humanitarian disaster it caused to thousands of Americans. If we all keep pushing back, the system will still keep trying to ignore us, sure. But if you don't push back it is a 100% certainty that your surrender will be gratefully accepted and nothing will change. I know we are all different. I know not what course others may take, but as for me, I will never stop demanding justice while I walk this earth. I don't care what party controls Congress or the White House. Until J6ers are made whole again, and government weaponization ends, the fight goes on. Real Cynthia Hughes Radix Verum ☦︎ James Rogers - Cinematographer; Truth@24fps Jeff Clark Geri Perna Shawn Farash 🇺🇸 Douglass Mackey Rob Manessshow more

The Story of Wesam Mekdad “I am a Palestinian... from #Gaza. I fled my homeland in search of safety and the opportunity to work so that I could send money back to my family, who are surviving under the horrors of war. The road was grueling and full of obstacles. First, I went to Egypt, where I waited a full year just to secure a Turkish visa. From Turkey, I attempted to cross into Greece. I failed twice, enduring imprisonment both times. It was only on my third attempt that I finally reached Greek soil. Once there, I was placed in a refugee camp for a year, waiting for a residence permit. But the moment I finally received it, my life was shattered again: I was unjustly imprisoned for four years. My trial was a sham, and it became deeply clear to me that refugees are not treated equally under the law there. Eventually, I was released. Seeking a fresh start, I traveled to Berlin, where I met my wife and we were married. Together, we moved to the Netherlands to apply for asylum. I truly believed that the Netherlands, as a nation built on human rights, would understand our plight. Because I am an innocent man and had absolutely nothing to hide, I was entirely honest with the authorities. I openly told them about my imprisonment in Greece. Tragically, my honesty was weaponized against me. We were shuttled endlessly between different reception centers. During this time, my wife became pregnant. We held onto the hope that the authorities would show compassion for our situation and for our unborn child. Instead, the hammer fell: we received a negative decision. My asylum application was rejected. I was handed a deportation order to Egypt and a two-year entry ban from Europe. My wife’s application was also rejected; she was ordered back to Germany. They told us coldheartedly that even if our child were born on Dutch soil, it would change nothing. The fact that my family in Gaza is trapped in an active war zone seemed to mean absolutely nothing to them. Desperate to prove who we are, I went to the Palestinian Embassy in the Netherlands and obtained official documents confirming my Palestinian nationality and the identity of my family in Gaza. I handed these papers to the authorities. Yet, it feels as though we are screaming into a void. No one is listening. Is this fair? Why is this happening when all I ever wanted was to build a stable, quiet life for myself, my wife, and our daughter? Why am I being condemned for a prison sentence I served unjustly in Greece? I had hoped the Dutch authorities would help me prove my innocence, but instead, they simply wronged me again. Where are human rights? Where are the rights of a child? Where are the rights of a woman? I have lodged an appeal and am now awaiting the judge’s decision. In the meantime, the stress, anxiety, and suffocating uncertainty mount every single day. I am constantly terrified of what tomorrow will bring. I have been stripped of my right to work and my freedom of movement is heavily restricted. Then, the breaking point came. One day, I received devastating news. In a flash of pure despair, unable to contain the agony inside me, I smashed a television and damaged the door. It was inside my own room—not someone else's. I harmed no one. The center staff called the police. They knew my wife was nine months pregnant. When the officers arrived, I told them myself. My wife looked them in the eyes and told them that I would go with them voluntarily and respectfully. I had not used violence against a single soul. I remained calm because I believed I would simply give a statement at the station and return to her. Yet, they treated us as if we were dangerous. They treated a heavily pregnant woman as a threat. This is my story. I feel that my wife, my daughter, my family in Gaza, and I have been deeply, profoundly wronged by the system. But I still believe that eventually, the truth will come to light. Justice cannot remain hidden forever.” Baby Reem born premature (5 days after the attack)show more

Caring only comes from a heart that fears you..... Everything will pass and everything will end, but not everything will be forgotten.. I will never forget you standing by my side during these times when I really need you by my side.. My daughter Julia sends her greetings to you and tells you that she is very happy with your gifts to her.. The pictures below are of some fresh vegetables and fish for Julia. Unfortunately, I bought everything in these pictures on the black market. I paid $600 to $700 for some food. The price of all of this did not exceed $50 before the war.. Everything that money buys is not valuable. My daughter's life and safety are better than all the money.. As long as you are by my side, I will not fear anything.. My friends and loved ones.. After careful examination, we confirmed that Julia was suffering from jaundice Therefore, doctors recommend not giving up canned foods and looking for fresh foods for them. Julia is really getting better and better. This improvement is because of your standing by my side, my friends.. I am very grateful to every person who stood by me and supported me in order to bring happiness to the heart of my child, Julia. I would be very grateful if you would support me to buy fruits and more vegetables for her until she fully recovers My friends and loved ones... I apologize for the delay in updating because the area I go to to get an internet signal in order to tweet has become very dangerous and I can no longer go there as usual.. But I'm here and I'm fine and I'm doing everything I can to be with you. I love you from the bottom of my heart, my friendsshow more

This was the hardest day of my life. My... chance of dying was 99%, and the chance of surviving was only 1%… yet I survived. I came out carrying a small bag of food for my family. On that day, I was stubborn. I didn’t know the meaning of surrender. Even though gunfire was hitting the ground beneath my feet, all I could think about was running, just running until I reached the place where they were distributing what they call American aid… aid of humiliation and death. But I made it. I survived. And I carried the food to those who were waiting for me.show more

FOR GOD! FOR KADUNA!! FOR NIGERIA!!! 🇳🇬 With every... fibre of my being, with the fire of conviction burning in my soul, I stand and I declare: For the Almighty God who created us all! For the divine purpose He has planted in this land! For the unshakeable faith that has sustained our people through every storm! For Kaduna! The beating heart of the Nigeria! The land of heroes, the cradle of our shared destiny! For every son and daughter of Kaduna who refuses to bow to fear, who rises with courage, who demands a future worthy of our greatness! Kaduna shall not be broken! Kaduna shall rise! Kaduna shall shine as a beacon of hope, progress, and unbreakable unity! For Nigeria! Our beloved giant! Our one and only motherland! From the golden sands of the North to the roaring waves of the South, from the ancient hills of the East to the lush forests of the West Nigeria belongs to us all! We will not surrender her to mediocrity, division, or despair! We will fight with passion, with principle, and with patriotic fury until Nigeria stands tall again, prosperous, peaceful, powerful, and proud among the nations of the earth! This is not just a slogan. This is a battle cry! This is a solemn vow! This is the undying commitment of every true patriot who still believes in the soul of this nation! 🇳🇬🔥 Let the heavens hear us. Let the enemies of ADC tremble. Let the future know we are coming, and we will not be stopped! #AriseAndShine Nigeria must win! Kaduna must rise! God is with us! It is POssible.show more

Exactly 2 months and 1 day ago I arrived... as a SAFugee in Utah. “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.“ — Helen Keller I have spent endless hours trying to find the words to describe what we experienced being here on the 4th of July 2026, and still the words simply cannot describe the emotions, pride, heartbreak and heart’s joy of that day. Tooele wow! You stirred up every emotion. We spent the entire day. The parade being our first ever will never be forgotten. The energy, the passion and commitment to family, loyalty, bravery and this great nation was felt in our hearts as we watched endless pride for this nation by young and old. Thank you for saying in action what we feel - thank you for our freedom America. We recognise and honor that it is earned by those who gave their lives so you and I can live this free! And to describe that feeling ‘free’ in words is impossible. My heart and mind is full. My soul confirms that there is only one better feeling than this and that is in the presence of the Almighty Himself. I am still singing. Today exactly 2 months and 1 day ago I landed in this great country. And I am more proud and grateful everyday. Wow this week has been full of awesome stuff. We are officially official. Our Utah real ID’s arrived. Thank you US Postal Services, thank you Utah and thank you America! I have applied for about 60 posts in Utah before I became official. Maybe this next week will see some success. That what has been set aside for me will come. I believe it will.show more

“It wasn’t my decision… it wasn’t a choice, but... a forced one—imposed by hunger and the cries of my children that tore my heart apart. ‘Daddy, we’re hungry’… Their words were like knives piercing my chest, and I had no flour, no morsel to ease their hunger. I didn’t want to go, but what could I do? Their tears compelled me. Their pain pushed me to risk my life… I went to the aid distribution point—the one we all know is not a food line, but a death trap. I knew I might not come back, just like so many before me never did… I left, trembling with fear, whispering prayers: ‘Oh God, I just want to return to them—with something to silence their hunger.’ I arrived. The crowd was overwhelming… everyone was starving, everyone desperate, everyone gambling with their life for a sack of flour. Amid bullets, blood, and screams, I pushed forward… I saw people fall around me, each one carrying a small dream—just a bite of food for their children… I reached a sack of flour, being fought over by more than ten men. It tore apart from all the pulling. I only managed to grab less than half—but it was enough for my children for a few days. I walked more than 10 kilometers with it… my wound bleeding… my chest aching from the chaos… But I held onto it like it was life itself. Finally… I arrived. I saw my children… they ran to me… hugged me as if I’d come back from the dead. I didn’t bring them a toy, or candy—just half a sack of flour, covered in blood and exhaustion… but to them, it was a treasure, and their smiles meant everything to me. We never wanted to be here… we didn’t choose this path… but hunger forced us into it. The only thing standing between us and ruin is your support—your donations—your humanity. Please, don’t leave us alone. Save what’s left of our souls—for the sake of small hearts that understand nothing of this world except that they are hungry, and they want their father alive.”**show more

🎙️| Enzo Fernández on his future amid links away... from Chelsea🔵 “I love Chelsea, I really do. The fans have always supported me and I will always be grateful for that. But as a footballer, I need a team where they are ready to compete and win trophies, not Chelsea. you have to be honest with yourself. If a better opportunity comes along, you have to consider it. When I joined Chelsea, I believed the project would be competing for the biggest trophies every season. Instead, it feels like we’ve been stuck in the same cycle for years. Every season starts with promises, and every season ends with people talking about the future instead of celebrating success. I cannot spend my career waiting for things to happen. I am at a stage where I want to compete, I want to win, and I want to be fighting for the biggest trophies in football every year. Chelsea will always be a big club, but right now I need to think about my ambitions as well. If a club comes that is ready to win now, not in three or four years, then of course I have to listen. Football careers are short. You cannot keep asking players to be patient forever.”show more

We are already at war. Not with rifles or... tanks, but with replacement. This is conquest by other means, through the slow erasure of a people who no longer recognize they are being conquered. That is why I write—to remind my people that we are not living in peace, but in the midst of a war waged without banners. The invasion is not declared with armies but with flights and boats, birthrates and welfare rolls. It is demographic warfare, calculated, continuous, and increasingly irreversible. A people, and a civilization, does not need to be burned to the ground to fall. It only needs to be replaced. Throughout the Western world, we are witnessing not mere immigration but a deliberate population transformation, one that has been rationalized by moral cowardice and enforced by political elites who have long since abandoned the idea that their nations belong to their people. What you mock as conquest is already underway, and unlike the conquests of old, it comes with the full consent of those in power. But I do not write in surrender. I write as a warning, as an act of resistance. My writing is meant to exhort and to enliven, to reawaken what has been buried beneath shame and silence. It is a summons to remember, to reclaim, and to rebuild. We are in an existential struggle, not only for our land, but for our survival, and thus for the future itself. Those who sneer at the loss will one day find there is nothing left to sneer at. A people who forget that they exist will be replaced by those who do not. You may call this natural. So be it. Then let nature return, red in tooth and claw, and let the sons of Europe remember who they are.show more

Brahim Diaz statement. ❤️‍🩹🇲🇦 My soul hurts. I dreamed... of this title thanks to all the love you all gave me, every message, every show of support that made me feel I wasn’t alone. I fought with everything I had, with my heart above all else. Yesterday I failed and I take full responsibility. I apologize from the bottom of my heart. It will be hard for me to recover, because this wound doesn’t heal easily… but I will try. Not for myself, but for everyone who believed in me and for everyone who suffered with me. I will keep going forward until one day I can give you all this love back and become a source of pride for my Moroccan people. Yanis Chakib 🎥show more

They are one of us.🇨🇦We are one of them.... Today is Valentine’s Day, knowing many will never be able to spend this special day ever with their love ones in Iran, Angie and I decided to spend our day in solidarity with the 200K+ strong Canadian Iranian community who took to the street to voice for the voiceless and urging our government to do more both for Iranians and local against IRGC threats. #FreeIran‌ #cdnpolishow more

I’m still here because this was the hardest fan... project we’ve faced in these six months. My patience and leadership were tested like never before to the point that I almost gave up in the middle of the preparation. There were nights I whispered to myself, “This will be my last.” I felt so pressured that sometimes I just wanted to hide and run away. On top of it all, I was carrying my own personal struggles, which made every step heavier. We took risks in almost every decision we made during this project. There were times when all we could say was, “Naniniwala kami sa Cheffies.” From tickets and props to the fan project and the fanzone everything was about risk and trust. Trusting the Cheffies that they would show up. Trusting the sponsors that they were only waiting for us to open our plan. Trusting Dustin and Bianca that they would see and hear our efforts. And above all, trusting each other as admins that no matter what happens, we would not give up on this. But it wasn’t just about risks. It was about sacrifices the sleepless nights, the drained wallets, the heavy emotions, and the constant balancing act between work life and fandom life. It was about choosing to fight even when we were tired, choosing to stay even when walking away seemed easier. Every small victory mattered, and every breakdown taught us something new. Looking back at these six months, I realized it’s not only about the events, the projects, or the milestones. It’s about the people who stood by me when I thought I couldn’t go on. The people I met along the way who turned into a second family. The laughter in between the stress, the comfort in the middle of the tears, and the bonds that were built in both the best and worst days. This is why, even when I wanted to let go so many times, I stayed. Because every hardship was matched with a reminder that I was not alone. Because this fandom has become more than just support for Dustin and Bianca it has become a home where friendships are nurtured, where trust is strengthened, and where love is felt. So this 6th monthsary is not just a celebration of Dustin and Bianca, though they remain the heart and reason for all of this. It is also a celebration of the Cheffies who never stopped believing, of the sponsors who trusted us, of the admins who fought side by side, and of the family we’ve built within Casa Dustbia. To Dustin Yu and Bianca De Vera, thank you for being the inspiration that started all of this. You may never fully know the weight of what we’ve gone through, but because of you, we learned to be braver, stronger, and more united. And to my Casa Dustbia family, thank you for reminding me that even in the hardest of our story, there is always something worth holding on to. Six months have passed, but this is just the beginning. More pages are waiting to be written with laughter, tears, risks, and victories. And as long as we continue to believe, to fight, and to love, we will keep turning those pahina together. Happy 6th monthsary, Dustin, Cheffies, Sponsors and Bianca. Mahal na mahal namin kayo today, tomorrow, and in every chapter that’s yet to come. 🫂💛show more

it has always been hard for me to really... think about the Holocaust I can’t finish books or films devoted to it. I walked out of Schindler’s List I think of my family, and everything Nazis did to them. I relive their torment, their final agonizing moments. my mom is the same way. her mother barely survived, her grandmother was executed, along with most of the rest of her family when I think of what they went through, a fate so many others shared, a particular pain grips my chest and throat, my breath becomes ragged, and sob uncontrollably the same is true when I think of the Holocaust that Zionists have visited upon Palestinians for almost eight decades I can’t think of one Holocaust, without thinking of the other, they are forever intertwined in my soul when I see Palestinians suffering genocide, when I see anyone suffering genocide, I see my family and know it easily could be me, too I’m filled with a terrible sorrow, but also a terrible rage it’s a feeling like no other, one I can’t put into words but this, I can say — Zionist crimes, the Holocaust of Palestinians, are unforgivable. Just as Nazi crimes and the Holocaust were my family, and so many others, did not suffer and die just for Zionists to do the same to another people never again means never again, for anyone I will never forgive, I will never forget, I will never stop talking about Palestine, even through tears like the ones blurring my vision now until the day I die and finally join my family I will say, FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸show more

The West is not dying. It is being killed,... and the names of the traitors are known. They occupy our capitals, infest our courts, pollute our newsrooms, and preach in our churches. They open the gates, kneel before the foreigner, and smirk as their own blood is driven from the land. They mock the fallen, defile the heroic, and spit on the blood that raised every city worth defending. They are not misguided. They are not mistaken. They are the enemy. They must be treated as such. For too long, we have been ruled by cowards, “men without chests,” by merchants loyal to nothing but the dollar, by liars who speak of progress while presiding over decay. A new generation now rises, armed not with apologies but with the fire of remembrance, with the memory of what we once were and the will to become greater still. We do not ask permission. We do not seek approval. We will reclaim what is ours, because no one else will. Victory will not come through debate. It will come through discipline, through will, through the unbreakable decision to endure, to outlast, and to return to the excellence and greatness that befit our people. We do not need millions. We require only a vanguard: men of loyalty, endurance, and resolve, hardened by truth and unmoved by fear. I say this not for approval, nor is it offered in hope of a reply, but in the spirit of doing what must be done. It is a promise made in full knowledge of what must come. The time of submission draws to a close. The age of reconquest begins. Let the traitors tremble. Let the weak, the feckless, and the unworthy fall away. The future belongs to those with the strength and the daring to seize it.show more

Can you believe people sleep under such structures? As... a journalist, I don’t stay in the same place and I’m constantly on the move. Yesterday, I decided to go spend some time with my family in Jabalia where we had tuna and mayonnaise for dinner. I went to the bathroom and saw the ceiling covered in mosquitoes and the smell of sewage was overwhelming. The living room has a massive column broken in from the neighboring building. Somehow my family is adapting to all of this. Sharing a small bowl of tuna, surrounded by a horrible smell, walls covered in mosquitoes and somehow they still manage to crack jokes and bring me joy. But still, my feeling of helplessness broke me. I couldn’t bring more than some tuna, I can’t fix a sewage system that was completely obliterated, I can’t protect them from the mosquitoes, I can’t rebuild the home. Every night, when it’s my thoughts and the buzzing of drones, I wonder if the house will collapse on my family. On my parents, my sisters, my brothers, our cat and its four kittens. I wonder if the house will get bombed while they’re all inside. I don’t want them to die without me. If they will die, I hope it’s on one of the days that I’m visiting them. Support my work as a journalist here:show more

Thank you Anna Ann YuDan(🦄,🦄) for the magical evening... 🦄🌈 Great pleasure to chat with BULL 0xAndy.eth and Michelle from X Layer (indeed looking interesting to expand our ICM ecosystem into alongside BNB Chain), and what moved me the most was Ann’s sincere and heartfelt talk: “The reason why I have been putting myself into this, is because I have something that I really want to do.” “I want to build something truly meaningful, with people who believe in me, and our shared ideals.” Keep going Ann 💜 The journey of pursuing dream and ideals may be filled with trails and tears, but one thing I can assure you, is that we will never be alone in this journey. Keep shining keep building, keep following your heart and kindred spirits will gather around and shape the better world we envision together. Even in this industry. Idealism and longtermism will win. I truly believe that. “For the future beyond our imagination.”🦄🌈show more