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🔴 عريس منذ 14 يوم فقط…! لم يمهله الموت فرحة العمر، ولم يكتمل الحلم. ارتقى شهيدا في مكان عمله، على ايدي الارهابيين المرتزقة الذين يعيثون في الارض فسادا، قتلوه بدم بارد، وسرقوا منه حقه في الحياة، وحق عائلته في الفرح. هذه ليست حادثة عابرة، بل جريمة مكتملة الاركان، تضاف... الى سجل طويل من الدم، والصمت، والتواطؤ. رحم الله الشهيد، والخزي والعار لقاتليه، ولكل من يبرر او يصمت او يتغاضى…! A groom for only 14 days…! He was not given the chance to live his joy or complete his dream. He was martyred at his workplace, at the hands of terrorist mercenaries spreading corruption across the land, killed in cold blood, robbed of his life, and his family robbed of their happiness. This is not an isolated incident, but a full-fledged crime, added to a long record of blood, silence, and complicity. Mercy to the martyr, and shame and disgrace to his killers, and to everyone who justifies, stays silent, or looks away…! #سوريا #شهيد #جريمة_ارهابية #الارهاب #دم_بلا_حساب #عدالة #Syria #Martyr #Terrorism #WarCrimes #Justice #CrimesAgainstHumanityshow more

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NEMESIS – نيميسس

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A few days ago, I walked into Gwagwa not as a politician, not as a party leader, but as a broken Nigerian. I went with Dcn. Ken Pela, Hon. Constance, Mallam Ibrahim Abdulkarim and other committed members of the ADC to visit the family of Musa Abubakar, a man whose only crime was courage. A man who stood firm in Gwagwa Ward and refused to allow the mutilation of election results. A man who believed that the vote of the people is sacred. Today, Musa is no more. As I stepped into that compound, I was not prepared for what met us. The cries of his wife. The trembling voice of his father. The uncontrollable grief of his brother. The confused, shattered eyes of the children, children who do not yet understand why their father will never walk through that door again. There are moments in life when words fail. Yes, that day was one of them. His brother could barely stand. His father, a man who should be preparing to rest, is now preparing to bury his son. His wife, widowed not by sickness, not by accident, but by violence. By thuggery. By a system that continues to reward impunity. Musa Abubakar did not carry a weapon. He carried conviction. He did not fight for himself. He fought for democracy. He fought for the integrity of our local council elections. And for that, he was beaten to death by thugs aligned with the APC. This is not politics. This is not rivalry. This is murder. When citizens begin to die for defending election results at the ward level, then we must admit that something is fundamentally broken in our democracy. As I held his father’s hands, I could not offer excuses. As I looked at his wife, I could not offer promises that would bring Musa back. As I touched the head of his child, I felt the weight of a nation that has failed its own. But I made a silent vow. Musa Abubakar will not be reduced to a statistic. He will not be forgotten as “collateral damage” of local council elections. He will not be buried in silence. His blood is a question to all of us. How many more must die for votes to count? How many more families must be shattered before we say enough? This is the tragic consequence of a system where power is pursued without conscience. Where elections are treated as warfare. Where thugs are empowered, and citizens are punished for integrity. To the family of Musa Abubakar: your pain is our pain. Your tears are our tears. Your loss is not yours alone to bear. And to those who think violence can silence the will of the people, hear this clearly: intimidation may wound us, it may grieve us, but it will not break our resolve. If anything, Musa’s sacrifice strengthens our commitment to justice, to electoral integrity, and to a Nigeria where no man dies for defending the truth. May his soul rest in peace. May God comfort his wife, strengthen his father, console his brother, and protect his children. And may justice, real justice, not political statements, prevail. We owe him that. Dr. Moses Paul ADC Candidate, AMAC Chairmanship Election Servant of the People

A few days ago, I walked into Gwagwa not as a politician, not as a party leader, but as a broken Nigerian. I went with Dcn. Ken Pela, Hon. Constance, Mallam Ibrahim Abdulkarim and other committed members of the ADC to visit the family of Musa Abubakar, a man whose only crime was courage. A man who stood firm in Gwagwa Ward and refused to allow the mutilation of election results. A man who believed that the vote of the people is sacred. Today, Musa is no more. As I stepped into that compound, I was not prepared for what met us. The cries of his wife. The trembling voice of his father. The uncontrollable grief of his brother. The confused, shattered eyes of the children, children who do not yet understand why their father will never walk through that door again. There are moments in life when words fail. Yes, that day was one of them. His brother could barely stand. His father, a man who should be preparing to rest, is now preparing to bury his son. His wife, widowed not by sickness, not by accident, but by violence. By thuggery. By a system that continues to reward impunity. Musa Abubakar did not carry a weapon. He carried conviction. He did not fight for himself. He fought for democracy. He fought for the integrity of our local council elections. And for that, he was beaten to death by thugs aligned with the APC. This is not politics. This is not rivalry. This is murder. When citizens begin to die for defending election results at the ward level, then we must admit that something is fundamentally broken in our democracy. As I held his father’s hands, I could not offer excuses. As I looked at his wife, I could not offer promises that would bring Musa back. As I touched the head of his child, I felt the weight of a nation that has failed its own. But I made a silent vow. Musa Abubakar will not be reduced to a statistic. He will not be forgotten as “collateral damage” of local council elections. He will not be buried in silence. His blood is a question to all of us. How many more must die for votes to count? How many more families must be shattered before we say enough? This is the tragic consequence of a system where power is pursued without conscience. Where elections are treated as warfare. Where thugs are empowered, and citizens are punished for integrity. To the family of Musa Abubakar: your pain is our pain. Your tears are our tears. Your loss is not yours alone to bear. And to those who think violence can silence the will of the people, hear this clearly: intimidation may wound us, it may grieve us, but it will not break our resolve. If anything, Musa’s sacrifice strengthens our commitment to justice, to electoral integrity, and to a Nigeria where no man dies for defending the truth. May his soul rest in peace. May God comfort his wife, strengthen his father, console his brother, and protect his children. And may justice, real justice, not political statements, prevail. We owe him that. Dr. Moses Paul ADC Candidate, AMAC Chairmanship Election Servant of the People

Dr Mo (Moses Paul)

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Gavin Newsom is not a politician; he is a pathological con artist who has turned the governance of California into a personal criminal enterprise so brazen it makes the mob look like amateurs. He is a public menace... The greasy hair, the fake smile that never reaches his dead, soulless eyes, and that smug, voice dripping with condescension. He is the physical embodiment of everything rotting America from within. While he lectures the rest of the nation on morality from his ivory tower, he is actually running a racketeering ring that would make Al Capone blush. He is a parasite of the highest order, feeding on the misery of a state he has systematically destroyed, turning California into a third-world wasteland of tent cities, open-air drug markets, and violent crime, all while he sips million-dollar wine in his Napa Valley estate. He is a fraud, a liar, and a thief, and his entire career is a testament to the fact that the American Left is nothing more than a syndicate of criminals protecting their own. The depth of his corruption is staggering, even by the low standards of modern politics. His former chief of staff, Dana Williamson, a woman he placed in the second-highest position in the state, was recently exposed as a felon who siphoned hundreds of thousands of dollars from campaign funds for personal luxuries. She bought Chanel bags, took private jets, and installed luxury home improvements while claiming it was campaign business. And Newsom wants us to believe he knew nothing? That he was just too busy "governing" to notice his right-hand man running a million-dollar fraud ring out of his office? It is a lie. He either knew and participated, making him a co-conspirator, or he was so incompetent he allowed it to happen, making him unfit for any position of trust. There is no middle ground. He is either a criminal or a fool, and given his track record, he is likely both. He is a man who has built a career on the backs of the vulnerable, using their suffering as a backdrop for his own enrichment. But the rot goes deeper than just his staff; it is embedded in his very DNA and extends directly to his household. Newsom has weaponized his position as Governor to create a pay-to-play scheme that is nothing short of treasonous. Through a loophole known as "behested payments," he has funneled millions of dollars from special interests directly to non-profits run by his wife, Jennifer Siebel Newsom. We are talking about millions from casino operators, utility monopolies, and healthcare giants who are simultaneously lobbying his office for favors. It is a classic extortion racket: give money to the First Family or expect nothing but hostility from the state. They call it charity; it is bribery, plain and simple. They call it philanthropy; it is a laundering scheme designed to hide the fact that he is selling the state of California to the highest bidder. He is a pimp for special interests, selling out the people he swore to protect for a handful of silver. His entire administration is a hive of scum and villainy, a testament to his belief that the law does not apply to him. He appointed Tom Girardi, a known embeeler and predator of the vulnerable, to his judicial selection committee. He placed Melahat Rafiei, a woman convicted of attempting to bribe public officials, on a state board. These are not mistakes; they are features of his regime. He rewards loyalty with public office and punishes dissent with the full force of the state. He is a man who has no regard for the rule of law, no respect for the people of California, and no shame in his relentless pursuit of power and wealth. He is a monster who has destroyed a once-great state, turning it into a nightmare of crime, poverty, and despair, all while he lives like a king. He is the enemy of the people, a traitor to his oath, and a danger to our society. The evidence is overwhelming, the pattern is clear, and the time for accountability is now. Federal investigators are closing in, subpoenas have been served, and the walls of his criminal empire are crumbling. He is scrambling, hiring high-priced lawyers and issuing denials, but the truth is out. He is a fraud, and his entire career is a lie. He is a man who has stolen from the poor to give to the rich, who has sacrificed the safety of children for political gain, and who has betrayed the trust of every single person who ever voted for him. He is a disgrace to humanity, a blight on our nation, and a symbol of everything that is wrong with the modern world. He must be stopped, he must be prosecuted, and he must be put behind bars where he belongs. Let us be clear: Gavin Newsom is not a public servant. He is a public menace. He is a man who has used his position to enrich himself and his family at the expense of the people he was elected to serve. He is a criminal who has evaded justice for too long, but his time is up. The people of California deserve better. The people of America deserve better. We must demand his immediate resignation, his full prosecution, and his permanent removal from public life. He is a cancer on our society, and we must cut him out before he spreads his disease any further. He is a liar, a thief, and a traitor, and he must be held accountable for his crimes. The world is watching. The era of Gavin Newsom is over, and good riddance to him. He is a reminder of what happens when we allow evil to go unchecked, and we must never let it happen again.

Gavin Newsom is not a politician; he is a pathological con artist who has turned the governance of California into a personal criminal enterprise so brazen it makes the mob look like amateurs. He is a public menace... The greasy hair, the fake smile that never reaches his dead, soulless eyes, and that smug, voice dripping with condescension. He is the physical embodiment of everything rotting America from within. While he lectures the rest of the nation on morality from his ivory tower, he is actually running a racketeering ring that would make Al Capone blush. He is a parasite of the highest order, feeding on the misery of a state he has systematically destroyed, turning California into a third-world wasteland of tent cities, open-air drug markets, and violent crime, all while he sips million-dollar wine in his Napa Valley estate. He is a fraud, a liar, and a thief, and his entire career is a testament to the fact that the American Left is nothing more than a syndicate of criminals protecting their own. The depth of his corruption is staggering, even by the low standards of modern politics. His former chief of staff, Dana Williamson, a woman he placed in the second-highest position in the state, was recently exposed as a felon who siphoned hundreds of thousands of dollars from campaign funds for personal luxuries. She bought Chanel bags, took private jets, and installed luxury home improvements while claiming it was campaign business. And Newsom wants us to believe he knew nothing? That he was just too busy "governing" to notice his right-hand man running a million-dollar fraud ring out of his office? It is a lie. He either knew and participated, making him a co-conspirator, or he was so incompetent he allowed it to happen, making him unfit for any position of trust. There is no middle ground. He is either a criminal or a fool, and given his track record, he is likely both. He is a man who has built a career on the backs of the vulnerable, using their suffering as a backdrop for his own enrichment. But the rot goes deeper than just his staff; it is embedded in his very DNA and extends directly to his household. Newsom has weaponized his position as Governor to create a pay-to-play scheme that is nothing short of treasonous. Through a loophole known as "behested payments," he has funneled millions of dollars from special interests directly to non-profits run by his wife, Jennifer Siebel Newsom. We are talking about millions from casino operators, utility monopolies, and healthcare giants who are simultaneously lobbying his office for favors. It is a classic extortion racket: give money to the First Family or expect nothing but hostility from the state. They call it charity; it is bribery, plain and simple. They call it philanthropy; it is a laundering scheme designed to hide the fact that he is selling the state of California to the highest bidder. He is a pimp for special interests, selling out the people he swore to protect for a handful of silver. His entire administration is a hive of scum and villainy, a testament to his belief that the law does not apply to him. He appointed Tom Girardi, a known embeeler and predator of the vulnerable, to his judicial selection committee. He placed Melahat Rafiei, a woman convicted of attempting to bribe public officials, on a state board. These are not mistakes; they are features of his regime. He rewards loyalty with public office and punishes dissent with the full force of the state. He is a man who has no regard for the rule of law, no respect for the people of California, and no shame in his relentless pursuit of power and wealth. He is a monster who has destroyed a once-great state, turning it into a nightmare of crime, poverty, and despair, all while he lives like a king. He is the enemy of the people, a traitor to his oath, and a danger to our society. The evidence is overwhelming, the pattern is clear, and the time for accountability is now. Federal investigators are closing in, subpoenas have been served, and the walls of his criminal empire are crumbling. He is scrambling, hiring high-priced lawyers and issuing denials, but the truth is out. He is a fraud, and his entire career is a lie. He is a man who has stolen from the poor to give to the rich, who has sacrificed the safety of children for political gain, and who has betrayed the trust of every single person who ever voted for him. He is a disgrace to humanity, a blight on our nation, and a symbol of everything that is wrong with the modern world. He must be stopped, he must be prosecuted, and he must be put behind bars where he belongs. Let us be clear: Gavin Newsom is not a public servant. He is a public menace. He is a man who has used his position to enrich himself and his family at the expense of the people he was elected to serve. He is a criminal who has evaded justice for too long, but his time is up. The people of California deserve better. The people of America deserve better. We must demand his immediate resignation, his full prosecution, and his permanent removal from public life. He is a cancer on our society, and we must cut him out before he spreads his disease any further. He is a liar, a thief, and a traitor, and he must be held accountable for his crimes. The world is watching. The era of Gavin Newsom is over, and good riddance to him. He is a reminder of what happens when we allow evil to go unchecked, and we must never let it happen again.

Saggezza Eterna

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كي لا ننسى… ولن ننسى هؤلاء الأطفال الذين سقطوا في مجازر الساحل السوري لم يكونوا مقاتلين، ولم يكونوا طرفًا في أي نزاع. لكنهم وُصِموا بعبارة “فلول النظام” وقُتلوا بدمٍ بارد فقط لأنهم ينتمون إلى بيئة مستهدفة، إلى طائفة كريمة أراد المتطرفون إبادتها باسم الثورة والدين زورًا. هؤلاء ليسوا أرقامًا ولا سطورًا من الماضي. هم شهداء السابع من آذار 2025، ذُبحوا على يد جماعات تكفيرية متطرفة، جاءت تحمل مشروعًا طائفيًا دمويًا لا يشبه سوريا ولا شعبها. واليوم، الجلاد نفسه — الجولاني ومرتزقته — يقدّم ما يسميه “تحقيقًا” لتبرئة نفسه وإعادة كتابة الجريمة برواية مفبركة. تحقيق بلا عدالة، ولا شرعية، ولا ضمير. نحن نرفض هذه المهزلة. ونطالب بـ تحقيق دولي عاجل، مستقل، شفاف، بعيدًا عن أي تدخل من الجناة أو سلطاتهم. دم الشهداء أمانة في أعناقنا، وقضيتهم ليست شأنًا محليًا، بل جريمة ضد الإنسانية، تُدين من قتل، ومن صمت، ومن تواطأ. Lest We Forget… and We Will Not Forget The children who fell in the Syrian coastal massacres were not fighters. They were not part of any conflict. But they were branded as “remnants of the regime” and executed in cold blood simply because they came from a targeted community, from a noble sect that extremist militants sought to erase — falsely in the name of revolution and religion. They are not numbers. They are not forgotten lines in history. They are the martyrs of March 7, 2025 — slain by sectarian jihadist groups who brought with them a bloody project of extermination that has nothing to do with Syria or its people. And today, the butcher himself — Jolani and his militias — offers what he calls an “investigation” to clear himself and rewrite the crime in a fabricated narrative. An investigation with no justice, no legitimacy, and no conscience. We categorically reject this farce. We demand an urgent, independent, and transparent international investigation, free from any interference by the perpetrators or their authorities. The blood of the martyrs is a sacred trust. Their case is not a local issue, but a crime against humanity — one that condemns not only the killers, but also those who were silent, those who justified, and those who colluded. #مجزرة_الساحل #مجازر_الساحل_السوري #الابادة_العلوية #الابادة_الجماعية_العلوية_2025 #الطائفة_العلوية_الكريمة #الجولاني_الارهابي #الامن_العام_الارهابي #لجنة_تقصي_الحقائق #جريمة_ضد_الانسانية #سوريا #توثيق #حماية_الأقليات #SyrianCoastalMassacres #StopAlawiteGenocide #CrimesAgainstHumanity #JolaniCrimes #HTSCrimes #JolaniIsAGlobalTerrorist #AlawitePersecution #SyriaMassacres #IndependentInvestigation #MinorityProtection #UN #UNSC #UN_HRC #EU #HRW #AmnestyInternational #InternationalCriminalCourt #SaveSyria #JusticeForSyria

كي لا ننسى… ولن ننسى هؤلاء الأطفال الذين سقطوا في مجازر الساحل السوري لم يكونوا مقاتلين، ولم يكونوا طرفًا في أي نزاع. لكنهم وُصِموا بعبارة “فلول النظام” وقُتلوا بدمٍ بارد فقط لأنهم ينتمون إلى بيئة مستهدفة، إلى طائفة كريمة أراد المتطرفون إبادتها باسم الثورة والدين زورًا. هؤلاء ليسوا أرقامًا ولا سطورًا من الماضي. هم شهداء السابع من آذار 2025، ذُبحوا على يد جماعات تكفيرية متطرفة، جاءت تحمل مشروعًا طائفيًا دمويًا لا يشبه سوريا ولا شعبها. واليوم، الجلاد نفسه — الجولاني ومرتزقته — يقدّم ما يسميه “تحقيقًا” لتبرئة نفسه وإعادة كتابة الجريمة برواية مفبركة. تحقيق بلا عدالة، ولا شرعية، ولا ضمير. نحن نرفض هذه المهزلة. ونطالب بـ تحقيق دولي عاجل، مستقل، شفاف، بعيدًا عن أي تدخل من الجناة أو سلطاتهم. دم الشهداء أمانة في أعناقنا، وقضيتهم ليست شأنًا محليًا، بل جريمة ضد الإنسانية، تُدين من قتل، ومن صمت، ومن تواطأ. Lest We Forget… and We Will Not Forget The children who fell in the Syrian coastal massacres were not fighters. They were not part of any conflict. But they were branded as “remnants of the regime” and executed in cold blood simply because they came from a targeted community, from a noble sect that extremist militants sought to erase — falsely in the name of revolution and religion. They are not numbers. They are not forgotten lines in history. They are the martyrs of March 7, 2025 — slain by sectarian jihadist groups who brought with them a bloody project of extermination that has nothing to do with Syria or its people. And today, the butcher himself — Jolani and his militias — offers what he calls an “investigation” to clear himself and rewrite the crime in a fabricated narrative. An investigation with no justice, no legitimacy, and no conscience. We categorically reject this farce. We demand an urgent, independent, and transparent international investigation, free from any interference by the perpetrators or their authorities. The blood of the martyrs is a sacred trust. Their case is not a local issue, but a crime against humanity — one that condemns not only the killers, but also those who were silent, those who justified, and those who colluded. #مجزرة_الساحل #مجازر_الساحل_السوري #الابادة_العلوية #الابادة_الجماعية_العلوية_2025 #الطائفة_العلوية_الكريمة #الجولاني_الارهابي #الامن_العام_الارهابي #لجنة_تقصي_الحقائق #جريمة_ضد_الانسانية #سوريا #توثيق #حماية_الأقليات #SyrianCoastalMassacres #StopAlawiteGenocide #CrimesAgainstHumanity #JolaniCrimes #HTSCrimes #JolaniIsAGlobalTerrorist #AlawitePersecution #SyriaMassacres #IndependentInvestigation #MinorityProtection #UN #UNSC #UN_HRC #EU #HRW #AmnestyInternational #InternationalCriminalCourt #SaveSyria #JusticeForSyria

Syrian Witness شاهد سوري

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Note: English translation below 🔴 حماة الآن، مشهد يتحدى العقل ويصدم الضمير الإنساني. منع دفن مواطن من الطائفة العلوية الكريمة، في انتهاك صارخ لأبسط حقوق الإنسان. حتى حق الوداع الأخير لم يُحترم، وكأن الكراهية لم تكتفِ بالموت وحده. ما جرى ليس حادثًا عابرًا، ولا خلافًا محليًا، بل إذلال ممنهج ورسالة ترهيب واضحة. حين يُمنع الدفن، فنحن أمام جريمة ضد الإنسانية، لا تقبل التأويل ولا التبرير. الصمت عن هذه الجرائم ليس حيادًا، بل تواطؤ كامل معها. Hama, now, a scene that defies reason and shocks the human conscience. The burial of a citizen from the respected Alawite community was deliberately denied, in a blatant violation of basic human rights. Even the right to a final farewell was stripped away, as hatred pursued the body beyond death. This was not an isolated incident or a local dispute, but systematic humiliation and deliberate intimidation. When burial is denied, this constitutes a clear crime against humanity, with no room for justification. Silence in the face of such crimes is not neutrality, it is complicity. #حماة #سوريا #حماية_الأقليات #جريمة_ضد_الانسانية #الابادة_العلوية #Hama #Syria #ProtectMinorities #CrimesAgainstHumanity #StopAlawiteGenocide

Note: English translation below 🔴 حماة الآن، مشهد يتحدى العقل ويصدم الضمير الإنساني. منع دفن مواطن من الطائفة العلوية الكريمة، في انتهاك صارخ لأبسط حقوق الإنسان. حتى حق الوداع الأخير لم يُحترم، وكأن الكراهية لم تكتفِ بالموت وحده. ما جرى ليس حادثًا عابرًا، ولا خلافًا محليًا، بل إذلال ممنهج ورسالة ترهيب واضحة. حين يُمنع الدفن، فنحن أمام جريمة ضد الإنسانية، لا تقبل التأويل ولا التبرير. الصمت عن هذه الجرائم ليس حيادًا، بل تواطؤ كامل معها. Hama, now, a scene that defies reason and shocks the human conscience. The burial of a citizen from the respected Alawite community was deliberately denied, in a blatant violation of basic human rights. Even the right to a final farewell was stripped away, as hatred pursued the body beyond death. This was not an isolated incident or a local dispute, but systematic humiliation and deliberate intimidation. When burial is denied, this constitutes a clear crime against humanity, with no room for justification. Silence in the face of such crimes is not neutrality, it is complicity. #حماة #سوريا #حماية_الأقليات #جريمة_ضد_الانسانية #الابادة_العلوية #Hama #Syria #ProtectMinorities #CrimesAgainstHumanity #StopAlawiteGenocide

NEMESIS – نيميسس

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💔 MINNESOTA ICE SHOOTING DEVELOPMENT 💔 "AFTER LOSS, A GRANDFATHER STEPS FORWARD" By Maureen Steele with American Made Foundation When tragedy strikes a child twice, first through the loss of a father, then through the violent death of their mother, the question that follows is not ideological. It is elemental. Who will raise this child? For six-year-old Emerson, that question now rests at the feet of his grandfather, Tim Macklin, a Tennessee man whose life story is defined less by doctrine than by deeds. Two years ago, Emerson’s father, Timmy Ray Macklin Jr., died unexpectedly. While early public accounts described the death as suicide, his father disputes that characterization and maintains that his son did not take his own life, a point he says can be researched independently and remains unresolved in his mind. What is undisputed is the result: a young boy lost his father before he was old enough to understand what death means. I n the aftermath, Emerson remained with his mother, Renee Good. She had separated from Timmy Jr. prior to his death and entered a same sex relationship with another woman, Rebecca. According to Macklin, Renee took Emerson with her at that time, and the child lived with the couple for a period following his father’s death. Macklin does not describe either woman as cruel. He repeatedly acknowledges their kindness toward his grandson and expresses love for them both. But he does describe a growing sense of spiritual and moral distance, one that troubled him deeply as a grandfather who had already buried a son and feared losing his grandson in quieter ways. Then, in Minnesota, Renee Good was shot and killed during an encounter involving federal agents. Emerson was not present at the scene; he was at school that day. But in a single moment, the child lost his second parent. What followed was not a custody battle launched by lawyers or publicists. It was a grandfather asking, almost instinctively, for his grandson. “I need to get my grandchild,” Macklin recalls telling authorities when he first learned of the shooting. “He has nobody.” That statement was technically incorrect, Rebecca was still alive, but it reveals the urgency of a man who has spent years living in a posture of responsibility rather than entitlement. Macklin does not present himself as perfect. He speaks openly about a past marked by addiction, crime, and near-death experiences. He describes a dramatic religious conversion decades ago and a life since shaped by service rather than accumulation. Today, he and his family operate what amounts to an informal, faith-based refuge: housing homeless adults, taking in young people who have aged out of foster care, feeding the hungry, providing transportation, structure, and accountability. All this, without grants, government funding, or institutional backing. By his account, roughly twenty people currently live under roofs he helps maintain. Crucially, Macklin distinguishes carefully between those residences and his own home, where children live. He emphasizes safeguards, separation, and supervision, details that matter if the courts ever weigh the suitability of his household. His request is not framed as punishment for others or moral condemnation. It is framed as continuity. Emerson has blood family. He has grandparents, extended kin, siblings, and a stable home anchored by people who already raise children, run businesses, attend church, and live visibly accountable lives. Macklin’s argument is not that others are evil, but that blood, history, and demonstrated care still matter when deciding where a child belongs after loss. “I want my grandchild raised with family,” he says plainly. “And I want him safe.” There is no court order yet. No formal petition filed. Only a man who has already buried one generation asking not to lose another. In cases like this, modern systems often default to the most recent adult relationship rather than the deepest familial bond. But Emerson’s story raises a harder question, one that cannot be answered by ideology or politics: When a child has lost both parents, should the first call be to strangers of circumstance, or to the people who have spent their lives proving they will show up? For Tim Macklin, the answer is not theoretical. It is the work of his life. cc:MaryFlynnONeill First Lady Melania Trump

💔 MINNESOTA ICE SHOOTING DEVELOPMENT 💔 "AFTER LOSS, A GRANDFATHER STEPS FORWARD" By Maureen Steele with American Made Foundation When tragedy strikes a child twice, first through the loss of a father, then through the violent death of their mother, the question that follows is not ideological. It is elemental. Who will raise this child? For six-year-old Emerson, that question now rests at the feet of his grandfather, Tim Macklin, a Tennessee man whose life story is defined less by doctrine than by deeds. Two years ago, Emerson’s father, Timmy Ray Macklin Jr., died unexpectedly. While early public accounts described the death as suicide, his father disputes that characterization and maintains that his son did not take his own life, a point he says can be researched independently and remains unresolved in his mind. What is undisputed is the result: a young boy lost his father before he was old enough to understand what death means. I n the aftermath, Emerson remained with his mother, Renee Good. She had separated from Timmy Jr. prior to his death and entered a same sex relationship with another woman, Rebecca. According to Macklin, Renee took Emerson with her at that time, and the child lived with the couple for a period following his father’s death. Macklin does not describe either woman as cruel. He repeatedly acknowledges their kindness toward his grandson and expresses love for them both. But he does describe a growing sense of spiritual and moral distance, one that troubled him deeply as a grandfather who had already buried a son and feared losing his grandson in quieter ways. Then, in Minnesota, Renee Good was shot and killed during an encounter involving federal agents. Emerson was not present at the scene; he was at school that day. But in a single moment, the child lost his second parent. What followed was not a custody battle launched by lawyers or publicists. It was a grandfather asking, almost instinctively, for his grandson. “I need to get my grandchild,” Macklin recalls telling authorities when he first learned of the shooting. “He has nobody.” That statement was technically incorrect, Rebecca was still alive, but it reveals the urgency of a man who has spent years living in a posture of responsibility rather than entitlement. Macklin does not present himself as perfect. He speaks openly about a past marked by addiction, crime, and near-death experiences. He describes a dramatic religious conversion decades ago and a life since shaped by service rather than accumulation. Today, he and his family operate what amounts to an informal, faith-based refuge: housing homeless adults, taking in young people who have aged out of foster care, feeding the hungry, providing transportation, structure, and accountability. All this, without grants, government funding, or institutional backing. By his account, roughly twenty people currently live under roofs he helps maintain. Crucially, Macklin distinguishes carefully between those residences and his own home, where children live. He emphasizes safeguards, separation, and supervision, details that matter if the courts ever weigh the suitability of his household. His request is not framed as punishment for others or moral condemnation. It is framed as continuity. Emerson has blood family. He has grandparents, extended kin, siblings, and a stable home anchored by people who already raise children, run businesses, attend church, and live visibly accountable lives. Macklin’s argument is not that others are evil, but that blood, history, and demonstrated care still matter when deciding where a child belongs after loss. “I want my grandchild raised with family,” he says plainly. “And I want him safe.” There is no court order yet. No formal petition filed. Only a man who has already buried one generation asking not to lose another. In cases like this, modern systems often default to the most recent adult relationship rather than the deepest familial bond. But Emerson’s story raises a harder question, one that cannot be answered by ideology or politics: When a child has lost both parents, should the first call be to strangers of circumstance, or to the people who have spent their lives proving they will show up? For Tim Macklin, the answer is not theoretical. It is the work of his life. cc:MaryFlynnONeill First Lady Melania Trump

Ann Vandersteel™️

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🔥 لماذا هذا الإرهابي ما زال حرًّا طليقًا؟ من هو “أبو الميش السراوي” الذي ظهر في مقاطع مصوّرة يتباهى بنفسه، يهدد، ويعترف علنًا بالقتل وكأنه يستعرض بطولة؟ 🔴 بعد أنباء غير مؤكدة عن توقيفه في حلب للتحقيق معه بتهم خطيرة، بينها “تهديد السلم الأهلي وإثارة النزاعات الطائفية”، لم يصدر أي توضيح رسمي، ولم نرَ أي إجراء حقيقي. ❓لماذا تم تكليف “لجنة تحقيق الساحل” بالملف، ثم نام تقريرها في الأدراج وكأن شيئًا لم يكن؟ ❓أين المجرمون الحقيقيون الذين أراقوا الدماء؟ ❓ولماذا يُترك أمثال السراوي طلقاء بينما يُلاحق الأبرياء بلا ذنب؟ هذه ليست قضية فردية… بل وصمة عار تكشف حجم التواطؤ مع من يعبثون بالسلم الأهلي ويزرعون الفتنة الطائفية بين الناس. إذا لم يُحاسَب السراوي وأمثاله، فأي عدالة بقيت في سوريا؟ 🔥 Why is this terrorist still free? Who is “Abu Al-Mish Sarawi”, the man seen in videos bragging, threatening, and openly admitting to killings as if they were heroic acts? 🔴 Reports claimed he was briefly detained in Aleppo for charges including “undermining civil peace and inciting sectarian strife”, yet no official statement was issued and no real action was taken. ❓Why was the “Coastal Investigation Committee” assigned his case, only for its report to disappear in silence? ❓Where are the real criminals who spilled innocent blood? ❓Why are people like Sarawi roaming free while innocents are relentlessly targeted? This is not just an individual case… it is a stain of shame that exposes the collusion with those fueling sectarian division. If Sarawi and his likes are never held accountable, what justice remains in Syria? #سوريا #الساحل #ابو_الميش_السراوي #جرائم #Syria #Sarawi #Coast #Crimes #WarCrimes #Justice

🔥 لماذا هذا الإرهابي ما زال حرًّا طليقًا؟ من هو “أبو الميش السراوي” الذي ظهر في مقاطع مصوّرة يتباهى بنفسه، يهدد، ويعترف علنًا بالقتل وكأنه يستعرض بطولة؟ 🔴 بعد أنباء غير مؤكدة عن توقيفه في حلب للتحقيق معه بتهم خطيرة، بينها “تهديد السلم الأهلي وإثارة النزاعات الطائفية”، لم يصدر أي توضيح رسمي، ولم نرَ أي إجراء حقيقي. ❓لماذا تم تكليف “لجنة تحقيق الساحل” بالملف، ثم نام تقريرها في الأدراج وكأن شيئًا لم يكن؟ ❓أين المجرمون الحقيقيون الذين أراقوا الدماء؟ ❓ولماذا يُترك أمثال السراوي طلقاء بينما يُلاحق الأبرياء بلا ذنب؟ هذه ليست قضية فردية… بل وصمة عار تكشف حجم التواطؤ مع من يعبثون بالسلم الأهلي ويزرعون الفتنة الطائفية بين الناس. إذا لم يُحاسَب السراوي وأمثاله، فأي عدالة بقيت في سوريا؟ 🔥 Why is this terrorist still free? Who is “Abu Al-Mish Sarawi”, the man seen in videos bragging, threatening, and openly admitting to killings as if they were heroic acts? 🔴 Reports claimed he was briefly detained in Aleppo for charges including “undermining civil peace and inciting sectarian strife”, yet no official statement was issued and no real action was taken. ❓Why was the “Coastal Investigation Committee” assigned his case, only for its report to disappear in silence? ❓Where are the real criminals who spilled innocent blood? ❓Why are people like Sarawi roaming free while innocents are relentlessly targeted? This is not just an individual case… it is a stain of shame that exposes the collusion with those fueling sectarian division. If Sarawi and his likes are never held accountable, what justice remains in Syria? #سوريا #الساحل #ابو_الميش_السراوي #جرائم #Syria #Sarawi #Coast #Crimes #WarCrimes #Justice

NEMESIS – نيميسس

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You Might Call Me a Dumb Jew, But I Know A BUNCH of Stuff About You Pepe Le Ewwww Dan Bilzerian: The first thing to know about Danny Boy is that he’s actually a Silver Spoon Trust Fund Daddy’s Boy. ALL OF DAN’S MONEY COMES FROM A TRUST HIS FATHER SET UP FOR HIM! So who is his father? A crook who was sentenced to four years in prison for securities fraud in 1989 (serving 13 months). In other words, Dan is as moral as his father, which is to say… NOT AT ALL. Quick funny facts break: 1) He had two heart attacks by the age of 32 due to too much “viagra and cocaine.” Another way of looking at that is, Dan Bilzerian is a limp dick by his own confession. 2) He took steroids while failing to be a Navy SEAL, then threw ACTUAL SEALS under the bus by saying a third of SEALS are on steroids 3) He complains about dual citizenship and dual loyalty while a dual citizenship himself and registered in the Armenian Army in 2017 4) He’s lost roughly $150 million in his life 5) He’s the same height as Ben Shapiro (the only way they’re equal) 6) He had to pay women hundreds of thousands of dollars to look like they enjoyed his company This epic loser who answers the question, “what would a human look like if a chode gained sentience and grew a Mohawk,” was a trouble maker who may or may not have ever graduated high school (you’re shocked I know). He then enlisted in 1999 before leaving in 2003. Now, if you understand how time works, you’d wonder what his service record looks like given he was in prior to 9/11 and left two years AFTER 9/11. Most notably no overseas deployments. But why? Well, Danny Boy fashioned himself a SEAL, but failed his first attempt due to leg injuries. Nothing to scoff at there, buuuuuuuut… It was the second time he failed to become a SEAL that is most interesting. He either did one of the following three things or all three: 1) Fell asleep on watch and blamed it on others, including blaming them for not lying on his behalf to save him 2) Had a range incident 3) Had an incident of insubordination What we DO KNOW is that Danny Boy Stole Valor by claiming on multiple occasions that he completed BUD/S. Which leads us to his time on Lone Survivor, the incredible story of Marcus Luttrell, Michael Murphy and Operation RedWing. Bilzerian spent a million dollars (of his trust fund money) literally buying his way into the movie and demanding he get a certain allotment of screen time and lines. He was such an insubordinate menace the film directors (thank G-d) limited his time on screen as much as possible. (Unfortunately, you can still see the hedgehog with alopecia if you know where to look). Literally the only way Dan Bilzerian could get honored for his service is as to pay for it, and even then he sucked so much he didn’t. And now we have to talk about Route 91/The Las Vegas Shooting Massacre. Roid Monster McGee tried to get a police officer on the scene to give him a gun. The officer did not oblige, and instead of helping or assisting others, Bougie Bilge decided to film himself. His actions were so deplorable Medal of Honor recipient Dakota Meyer said: This is what kills me about people like you. Always playing 'operator dress up' and so so tough when the cameras are on. A woman just got shot in the head and you are running away filming; that's not what operators do. Finally, going back to the fraud family that is the Bilzerians: The only reason that Bilzerian isn’t under investigation right now for fraud is because his company Ignite was actually his father’s, who is now being investigated for frauding the U.S. i.e., Danny Boy was so incompetent as a CEO it was a fake listing so his father could (allegedly) commit more crime. None of this even goes into his abusing women, getting kicked out of nightclubs, nor his antisemitism and love of anti-American forces. So who is Danny Boy Bilzerian? A lying loser. Nothing more. Shabbat Shalom!!!

You Might Call Me a Dumb Jew, But I Know A BUNCH of Stuff About You Pepe Le Ewwww Dan Bilzerian: The first thing to know about Danny Boy is that he’s actually a Silver Spoon Trust Fund Daddy’s Boy. ALL OF DAN’S MONEY COMES FROM A TRUST HIS FATHER SET UP FOR HIM! So who is his father? A crook who was sentenced to four years in prison for securities fraud in 1989 (serving 13 months). In other words, Dan is as moral as his father, which is to say… NOT AT ALL. Quick funny facts break: 1) He had two heart attacks by the age of 32 due to too much “viagra and cocaine.” Another way of looking at that is, Dan Bilzerian is a limp dick by his own confession. 2) He took steroids while failing to be a Navy SEAL, then threw ACTUAL SEALS under the bus by saying a third of SEALS are on steroids 3) He complains about dual citizenship and dual loyalty while a dual citizenship himself and registered in the Armenian Army in 2017 4) He’s lost roughly $150 million in his life 5) He’s the same height as Ben Shapiro (the only way they’re equal) 6) He had to pay women hundreds of thousands of dollars to look like they enjoyed his company This epic loser who answers the question, “what would a human look like if a chode gained sentience and grew a Mohawk,” was a trouble maker who may or may not have ever graduated high school (you’re shocked I know). He then enlisted in 1999 before leaving in 2003. Now, if you understand how time works, you’d wonder what his service record looks like given he was in prior to 9/11 and left two years AFTER 9/11. Most notably no overseas deployments. But why? Well, Danny Boy fashioned himself a SEAL, but failed his first attempt due to leg injuries. Nothing to scoff at there, buuuuuuuut… It was the second time he failed to become a SEAL that is most interesting. He either did one of the following three things or all three: 1) Fell asleep on watch and blamed it on others, including blaming them for not lying on his behalf to save him 2) Had a range incident 3) Had an incident of insubordination What we DO KNOW is that Danny Boy Stole Valor by claiming on multiple occasions that he completed BUD/S. Which leads us to his time on Lone Survivor, the incredible story of Marcus Luttrell, Michael Murphy and Operation RedWing. Bilzerian spent a million dollars (of his trust fund money) literally buying his way into the movie and demanding he get a certain allotment of screen time and lines. He was such an insubordinate menace the film directors (thank G-d) limited his time on screen as much as possible. (Unfortunately, you can still see the hedgehog with alopecia if you know where to look). Literally the only way Dan Bilzerian could get honored for his service is as to pay for it, and even then he sucked so much he didn’t. And now we have to talk about Route 91/The Las Vegas Shooting Massacre. Roid Monster McGee tried to get a police officer on the scene to give him a gun. The officer did not oblige, and instead of helping or assisting others, Bougie Bilge decided to film himself. His actions were so deplorable Medal of Honor recipient Dakota Meyer said: This is what kills me about people like you. Always playing 'operator dress up' and so so tough when the cameras are on. A woman just got shot in the head and you are running away filming; that's not what operators do. Finally, going back to the fraud family that is the Bilzerians: The only reason that Bilzerian isn’t under investigation right now for fraud is because his company Ignite was actually his father’s, who is now being investigated for frauding the U.S. i.e., Danny Boy was so incompetent as a CEO it was a fake listing so his father could (allegedly) commit more crime. None of this even goes into his abusing women, getting kicked out of nightclubs, nor his antisemitism and love of anti-American forces. So who is Danny Boy Bilzerian? A lying loser. Nothing more. Shabbat Shalom!!!

Jake Donnelly

89,298 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

In a world filled with expectations of perfection, the story of Poundcake and Milkshake emerges as a gentle yet profound reminder: sometimes, the only thing a living being needs is not pity, but simply a chance to be loved in the right way. These two deaf dogs not only found their forever home, but also offered a valuable lesson about compassion and the extraordinary power of unconditional acceptance. James Coburn had once been firmly against having a dog. He and his wife, Leah, lived an active life, enjoying exploring the ocean, paddleboarding, and travelling from place to place. He worried that having a dog would tie them down and prevent them from enjoying their freedom. Then, one night, an image of Poundcake appeared on an adoption website. He was only eight months old, a deaf male dog from Texas who was waiting at a rescue shelter in Rhode Island. His tail had once been broken, and he had become accustomed to being abandoned. James submitted an application immediately, before he had even had a chance to tell his wife. He could not bear the thought that a small creature who could never understand where he was or where he would go next might have to keep facing uncertainty simply because he could not hear the sounds of the world. Poundcake came home, and everything changed. His family taught him to communicate through sign language. He became confident and happy, bringing an unexpected sense of joy into their lives. But then his close friend Dunkin moved away. Poundcake would sit by the window for hours, looking sad. At the dog park, he was often left behind because he could not hear the other dogs running off. Loneliness gradually began to find its way into his life. His family realised that Poundcake needed a companion who could understand the way he played and the way he experienced the world in silence. They decided to drive through the night for nearly 800 kilometres to bring Milkshake home. This female American Pit Bull had also been deaf since birth and had spent three long years waiting within the rescue system. She had once been placed in a programme working with inmates but was not considered a good fit. After that, she moved from one shelter and foster home to another. No one wanted to adopt her because she was “different”. When Milkshake entered her new home, she and Poundcake became friends almost immediately. They played together, slept beside each other, and did everything together. The only small moments of friction came when Milkshake wanted to keep playing while Poundcake wanted to rest. Both dogs learned to communicate with their owners through signs and gradually became an inseparable part of the family. This story is not simply about two dogs. It reveals a painful truth: living beings with differences, whether they are deaf, blind, elderly, or members of breeds burdened by prejudice, are often overlooked or even abandoned simply because they do not fit the image of “perfection” that many people expect. James once admitted that he was afraid of the responsibility and worried that he would not be capable of being a good dog owner. But Poundcake and Milkshake proved otherwise. They did not merely adapt to their new life; they encouraged their family to become more active, spend more time outdoors, and love more deeply. James and Leah’s acceptance transformed what others might have considered “flaws” into gifts. The two deaf dogs did not need words to express their affection. They used their eyes, gentle touches, and unwavering loyalty. Compassion here is not a fleeting feeling of pity. It is a conscious choice: seeing beyond differences and still opening your arms. The power of acceptance lies in the fact that it can heal both sides. Poundcake and Milkshake had grown accustomed to being abandoned, but now they knew what it meant to be loved. James had once believed he could never become a good dog owner, yet now he calls them his very soul. Their story reaches far beyond that little home. It reminds us how many people and living beings in society may still be waiting for a similar opportunity not to become perfect, but simply to live fully as they are. Poundcake and Milkshake only needed one chance. And when that chance was given at the right time and in the right way, it created a family filled with quiet laughter and a love that needed no words. Perhaps the greatest lesson is this: difference should never be a reason to turn someone away. Sometimes, all it takes is opening our hearts a little wider, and we may receive far more than we ever imagined 💗✨

In a world filled with expectations of perfection, the story of Poundcake and Milkshake emerges as a gentle yet profound reminder: sometimes, the only thing a living being needs is not pity, but simply a chance to be loved in the right way. These two deaf dogs not only found their forever home, but also offered a valuable lesson about compassion and the extraordinary power of unconditional acceptance. James Coburn had once been firmly against having a dog. He and his wife, Leah, lived an active life, enjoying exploring the ocean, paddleboarding, and travelling from place to place. He worried that having a dog would tie them down and prevent them from enjoying their freedom. Then, one night, an image of Poundcake appeared on an adoption website. He was only eight months old, a deaf male dog from Texas who was waiting at a rescue shelter in Rhode Island. His tail had once been broken, and he had become accustomed to being abandoned. James submitted an application immediately, before he had even had a chance to tell his wife. He could not bear the thought that a small creature who could never understand where he was or where he would go next might have to keep facing uncertainty simply because he could not hear the sounds of the world. Poundcake came home, and everything changed. His family taught him to communicate through sign language. He became confident and happy, bringing an unexpected sense of joy into their lives. But then his close friend Dunkin moved away. Poundcake would sit by the window for hours, looking sad. At the dog park, he was often left behind because he could not hear the other dogs running off. Loneliness gradually began to find its way into his life. His family realised that Poundcake needed a companion who could understand the way he played and the way he experienced the world in silence. They decided to drive through the night for nearly 800 kilometres to bring Milkshake home. This female American Pit Bull had also been deaf since birth and had spent three long years waiting within the rescue system. She had once been placed in a programme working with inmates but was not considered a good fit. After that, she moved from one shelter and foster home to another. No one wanted to adopt her because she was “different”. When Milkshake entered her new home, she and Poundcake became friends almost immediately. They played together, slept beside each other, and did everything together. The only small moments of friction came when Milkshake wanted to keep playing while Poundcake wanted to rest. Both dogs learned to communicate with their owners through signs and gradually became an inseparable part of the family. This story is not simply about two dogs. It reveals a painful truth: living beings with differences, whether they are deaf, blind, elderly, or members of breeds burdened by prejudice, are often overlooked or even abandoned simply because they do not fit the image of “perfection” that many people expect. James once admitted that he was afraid of the responsibility and worried that he would not be capable of being a good dog owner. But Poundcake and Milkshake proved otherwise. They did not merely adapt to their new life; they encouraged their family to become more active, spend more time outdoors, and love more deeply. James and Leah’s acceptance transformed what others might have considered “flaws” into gifts. The two deaf dogs did not need words to express their affection. They used their eyes, gentle touches, and unwavering loyalty. Compassion here is not a fleeting feeling of pity. It is a conscious choice: seeing beyond differences and still opening your arms. The power of acceptance lies in the fact that it can heal both sides. Poundcake and Milkshake had grown accustomed to being abandoned, but now they knew what it meant to be loved. James had once believed he could never become a good dog owner, yet now he calls them his very soul. Their story reaches far beyond that little home. It reminds us how many people and living beings in society may still be waiting for a similar opportunity not to become perfect, but simply to live fully as they are. Poundcake and Milkshake only needed one chance. And when that chance was given at the right time and in the right way, it created a family filled with quiet laughter and a love that needed no words. Perhaps the greatest lesson is this: difference should never be a reason to turn someone away. Sometimes, all it takes is opening our hearts a little wider, and we may receive far more than we ever imagined 💗✨

Beauty of music and nature 🌺🌺

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Through the act of translating and archiving firsthand accounts, I aim to create a record—a testament to the trials endured by the Amhara people, a record that cannot be erased or ignored. No longer can the world claim ignorance or feign innocence when confronted with the stark reality of systemic genocide and persecution against the Amhara people. By tagging every major institution, I compel those in positions of power and influence to confront their complicity in the face of such egregious violations of human rights. Your silence is not only a betrayal of the Amhara people but a stain on the conscience of humanity itself. Imagine a scene where desperation meets brutality, where a man, his stomach hollow with hunger, pleads for mercy, not for riches or privilege, but for sustenance, for the basic right to nourish his body and soul. This is the grim reality captured in the footage I present—a poignant portrayal of a daily struggle for survival amidst a backdrop of hostility and persecution. In the video, an Amhara man, driven by the gnawing pangs of hunger, implores Oromo youths for reprieve, his voice trembling with exhaustion and despair. Yet, instead of compassion, he is met with mockery and torment, his pleas falling on deaf ears. As he weeps, vulnerable and defenseless, the interrogations continue, probing his very existence, his crime merely being his ethnic Amhara identity and his hunger. "Why did you come here?" they demand, oblivious to his plight, indifferent to his suffering. And in his broken voice, he utters a simple truth—he came in search of sustenance, driven by the primal instinct to survive. But his words are lost in the cacophony of cruelty, drowned out by the deafening silence of those who should protect and uphold the sanctity of life. The video abruptly ends, leaving behind a void of uncertainty, a void filled with apprehension and dread. What fate befell the man in the aftermath of his plea? Was he granted mercy ? No he was condemned to further torment. The answer remains shrouded in darkness, a darkness that encapsulates the plight of the Amhara people—a darkness that demands illumination and action. To the leaders of international institutions, I extend a solemn admonition—a warning tinged with the weight of history. You may avert your gaze, feign ignorance, or turn a deaf ear, but you cannot plead innocence when confronted with the stark reality of systemic Amhara genocide and persecution. Your silence is complicity, your inaction a betrayal of humanity itself. For in the end, it is not only the Amhara people who suffer but the very essence of our shared humanity that is at stake. Ethiopian Human Rights Commission (EHRC) - ኢሰመኮ Orthodox Church OCA Amnesty International Human Rights Watch Al Jazeera English BBC News (UK) CNN AFP News Agency UN Human Rights UNESCO Ethiopian Human Rights Commission (EHRC) - ኢሰመኮ U.S. Embassy Addis Muslim World League CPJ Asia CPJ Europe and Central Asia Meaza Ashenafi PEN International Committee to Protect Journalists CPJ Africa CPJ Américas Abiy Ahmed Ali 🇪🇹 Genocide Prevention In Ethiopia Amhara Association of America (AAA) U.S. Embassy Addis UK in Ethiopia 🇬🇧 @EthiopiaEU Mike Hammer Tibor Nagy Herman J. Cohen Ana Gomes Josep Borrell Fontelles Daniel Bekele FRANCE 24 BBC News Africa Al Jazeera English The Washington Post AFP News Agency U.S. Embassy Addis Department of State #WarOnAmhara #AmharaGenocide #FreeMeskeremAbera #FreeAmharaDetainees

Through the act of translating and archiving firsthand accounts, I aim to create a record—a testament to the trials endured by the Amhara people, a record that cannot be erased or ignored. No longer can the world claim ignorance or feign innocence when confronted with the stark reality of systemic genocide and persecution against the Amhara people. By tagging every major institution, I compel those in positions of power and influence to confront their complicity in the face of such egregious violations of human rights. Your silence is not only a betrayal of the Amhara people but a stain on the conscience of humanity itself. Imagine a scene where desperation meets brutality, where a man, his stomach hollow with hunger, pleads for mercy, not for riches or privilege, but for sustenance, for the basic right to nourish his body and soul. This is the grim reality captured in the footage I present—a poignant portrayal of a daily struggle for survival amidst a backdrop of hostility and persecution. In the video, an Amhara man, driven by the gnawing pangs of hunger, implores Oromo youths for reprieve, his voice trembling with exhaustion and despair. Yet, instead of compassion, he is met with mockery and torment, his pleas falling on deaf ears. As he weeps, vulnerable and defenseless, the interrogations continue, probing his very existence, his crime merely being his ethnic Amhara identity and his hunger. "Why did you come here?" they demand, oblivious to his plight, indifferent to his suffering. And in his broken voice, he utters a simple truth—he came in search of sustenance, driven by the primal instinct to survive. But his words are lost in the cacophony of cruelty, drowned out by the deafening silence of those who should protect and uphold the sanctity of life. The video abruptly ends, leaving behind a void of uncertainty, a void filled with apprehension and dread. What fate befell the man in the aftermath of his plea? Was he granted mercy ? No he was condemned to further torment. The answer remains shrouded in darkness, a darkness that encapsulates the plight of the Amhara people—a darkness that demands illumination and action. To the leaders of international institutions, I extend a solemn admonition—a warning tinged with the weight of history. You may avert your gaze, feign ignorance, or turn a deaf ear, but you cannot plead innocence when confronted with the stark reality of systemic Amhara genocide and persecution. Your silence is complicity, your inaction a betrayal of humanity itself. For in the end, it is not only the Amhara people who suffer but the very essence of our shared humanity that is at stake. Ethiopian Human Rights Commission (EHRC) - ኢሰመኮ Orthodox Church OCA Amnesty International Human Rights Watch Al Jazeera English BBC News (UK) CNN AFP News Agency UN Human Rights UNESCO Ethiopian Human Rights Commission (EHRC) - ኢሰመኮ U.S. Embassy Addis Muslim World League CPJ Asia CPJ Europe and Central Asia Meaza Ashenafi PEN International Committee to Protect Journalists CPJ Africa CPJ Américas Abiy Ahmed Ali 🇪🇹 Genocide Prevention In Ethiopia Amhara Association of America (AAA) U.S. Embassy Addis UK in Ethiopia 🇬🇧 @EthiopiaEU Mike Hammer Tibor Nagy Herman J. Cohen Ana Gomes Josep Borrell Fontelles Daniel Bekele FRANCE 24 BBC News Africa Al Jazeera English The Washington Post AFP News Agency U.S. Embassy Addis Department of State #WarOnAmhara #AmharaGenocide #FreeMeskeremAbera #FreeAmharaDetainees

Yuri Tadesse

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انهيار أخلاقي وفكري في إدلب‼️ شيخ من شيوخ الظلام يرمي القرآن الكريم خلف ظهره… ويغرس في عقول الأطفال فكرة تكفير كل من يختلف معهم، وذبح من ليس من ملتهم‼️ هذا المشهد الصادم يضع المجتمع الدولي والمنظمات الحقوقية أمام مسؤولية عاجلة، للتدخل قبل أن تتحول هذه الدروس إلى مصانع لتفريخ جهاديين إرهابيين، يهددون العالم بأسره، وليس سوريا فقط‼️ في قلب إدلب، جلس شيخ التطرف أمام مجموعة من الصغار، ليعيد صياغة مفهوم “الإسلام” وفق رؤيته الجهادية، محولًا الدين إلى أداة للكراهية والتحريض على القتل…! والأدهى أنه كفّر رئيسي روسيا والصين، بينما تجاهل عمدًا الرئيس الأميركي… في مشهد يكشف حجم النفاق السياسي، وتسييس الدين لخدمة أجندات خارجية خفية‼️ هكذا تُزرع الكراهية في عقول أجيال بأكملها، ويُغلق أمامها باب التعايش، لتبقى أسيرة فكر ظلامي يهدد بحروب لا تنتهي…! Moral and intellectual collapse in Idlib‼️ A sheikh of darkness throws the Holy Qur’an behind his back… And plants in the minds of children the idea of declaring every dissenter an infidel, and slaughtering anyone who is not of their creed‼️ This shocking scene places the international community and human rights organizations before an urgent responsibility — to intervene before these lessons turn into factories breeding jihadist terrorists who will threaten the entire world, not just Syria‼️ In the heart of Idlib, a preacher of extremism sat before a group of children, reshaping the concept of “Islam” according to his jihadist vision, turning religion into a tool for hatred and incitement to murder…! What’s worse, he declared the presidents of Russia and China as infidels, while deliberately ignoring the U.S. president… a scene that exposes the depth of political hypocrisy and the manipulation of religion to serve hidden foreign agendas‼️ Thus, hatred is sown into the minds of entire generations, closing the door to coexistence, and leaving them captive to a dark ideology that threatens endless wars…! #سوريا #ادلب #التكفير #الارهاب #روسيا #الصين #امريكا #سوريا_المنسية #Syria #Idlib #Terrorism #Extremism #Russia #China #USA #UN #UN_HRC #UNSC #HumanRights #WarCrimes #CrimesAgainstHumanity #StopTerrorism #JihadistThreat

انهيار أخلاقي وفكري في إدلب‼️ شيخ من شيوخ الظلام يرمي القرآن الكريم خلف ظهره… ويغرس في عقول الأطفال فكرة تكفير كل من يختلف معهم، وذبح من ليس من ملتهم‼️ هذا المشهد الصادم يضع المجتمع الدولي والمنظمات الحقوقية أمام مسؤولية عاجلة، للتدخل قبل أن تتحول هذه الدروس إلى مصانع لتفريخ جهاديين إرهابيين، يهددون العالم بأسره، وليس سوريا فقط‼️ في قلب إدلب، جلس شيخ التطرف أمام مجموعة من الصغار، ليعيد صياغة مفهوم “الإسلام” وفق رؤيته الجهادية، محولًا الدين إلى أداة للكراهية والتحريض على القتل…! والأدهى أنه كفّر رئيسي روسيا والصين، بينما تجاهل عمدًا الرئيس الأميركي… في مشهد يكشف حجم النفاق السياسي، وتسييس الدين لخدمة أجندات خارجية خفية‼️ هكذا تُزرع الكراهية في عقول أجيال بأكملها، ويُغلق أمامها باب التعايش، لتبقى أسيرة فكر ظلامي يهدد بحروب لا تنتهي…! Moral and intellectual collapse in Idlib‼️ A sheikh of darkness throws the Holy Qur’an behind his back… And plants in the minds of children the idea of declaring every dissenter an infidel, and slaughtering anyone who is not of their creed‼️ This shocking scene places the international community and human rights organizations before an urgent responsibility — to intervene before these lessons turn into factories breeding jihadist terrorists who will threaten the entire world, not just Syria‼️ In the heart of Idlib, a preacher of extremism sat before a group of children, reshaping the concept of “Islam” according to his jihadist vision, turning religion into a tool for hatred and incitement to murder…! What’s worse, he declared the presidents of Russia and China as infidels, while deliberately ignoring the U.S. president… a scene that exposes the depth of political hypocrisy and the manipulation of religion to serve hidden foreign agendas‼️ Thus, hatred is sown into the minds of entire generations, closing the door to coexistence, and leaving them captive to a dark ideology that threatens endless wars…! #سوريا #ادلب #التكفير #الارهاب #روسيا #الصين #امريكا #سوريا_المنسية #Syria #Idlib #Terrorism #Extremism #Russia #China #USA #UN #UN_HRC #UNSC #HumanRights #WarCrimes #CrimesAgainstHumanity #StopTerrorism #JihadistThreat

Syrian Witness شاهد سوري

37,997 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

Confidence Pro Max: Remembering a Brother, a Filmmaker, and a Warrior Nick’s untimely death is a devastating blow to his family, friends, and Kenya as a whole. We didn’t see it coming, even after he was diagnosed in October 2025 with hypocellular myelodysplastic syndrome (h-MDS), a rare bone marrow disorder. When we went to see him in the hospital, he possessed such positive energy, he was convinced that he would beat this. He was Rambo a "one-man army" and we all believed he could beat it, too. He never looked defeated, or depressed, even as he began to lose weight. When he shaved his head in November, he sent me a photo and asked me to call him "Michael Jordan," after the Chicago Bulls legend whose signature look was a bald head. Even in sickness, he found a reason to smile. I met Nick in 2015, before he became a filmmaker. I remember him sitting in my office wearing a suit, asking for my support to go study filmmaking in Italy. After completing his course in Italy, his first major project upon his return was the award-winning documentary Softie, directed by Sam Soko. The film followed my journey as I ran for political office during the 2017 elections, and Nick was the one behind the drone shots. We became friends, and I enjoyed a front-row seat watching as he went on to document important stories. One of my favourites was his powerful 2021 BBC Africa Eye documentary, "Street Dreams." He directed and filmed a group of seven homeless young men in Nairobi who formed the "Street Family Dance Crew." He embedded with them to capture their raw determination to escape poverty, police harassment, and family issues during the COVID-19 pandemic. It is a story that feels like a distant world today; those dancers used to perform outside nightclubs in the CBD, but the city has since become a ghost town. Many bars closed down and replaced by restaurants that shut their doors by 9:00 PM. It’s a story that captured a time in Nairobi that is long gone. In 2024, Nick and I united as he covered the protests. While I participated in the demonstrations, he worked on an unnamed film and we often discussed safety tips. I was a storyteller before I was an activist, so I knew a thing or two about staying safe in the streets while documenting potentially dangerous stories. When Nick was falsely arrested in May 2025, for allegedly producing the BBC documentary, Blood Parliament - two of the three people arrested with him were working with me. I received a call shortly after their arrest and faced the difficult task of calling my colleagues' parents to deliver the news. The arrest was hostile; they were forced to hand over their phones and passwords, and when their equipment was finally returned, it was infected with spyware. What remains hidden from the public eye after an arrest are the cold cells, the degrading police interrogations, the court arraignments, the stares, and the judgment from both friends and strangers. Sometimes even the loss of clients who don’t want to be associated with “enemies of the state.” On a personal level, the trauma of such an arrest can lead to depression, alcoholism, or insomnia. In Nick’s case, his body crumbled, a hidden disease manifested, and before we could truly understand what it was, it stole him from us. His passing is an indictment of our failed healthcare system. Good healthcare is not free. We do not have enough blood in our blood banks and patients must organize their own donors in both public and private hospitals. Furthermore, specialized medical care is so expensive and out of reach that his family and friends were in the middle of fundraising for a life-saving bone marrow transplant in India. I am glad that he was able to produce his latest work, The People Shall, last year. The documentary is a first-hand eyewitness account of the events of June 25th, 2024, when a new republic was born. In his honour, and in honour of the hundreds of thousands suffering due to poor healthcare in this country, may we take our power back. Nick was good people. He had a positive attitude toward life and brought love and laughter into every room he entered. He could lift heavier weights at the gym than people much older and bigger than him. I had the chance to lift weights with him and his co-accused friends; he was so confident that he was the only one lifting bare-chested. That was 'confidence pro-max,' and he beat us in lifting heavier weights and doing more sets. In September 2025, I woke up early to ensure my son was ready to go drone filming with Nick. My son had recently acquired his drone pilot license, and Nick had taken him under his wing as he worked on a new film - a project he was looking forward to finishing. He surprised us all with his early exit on January 7th, but we thank God we had the chance to spend time with him. As we grieve Nick’s death, may his story inspire you to leave that boring job, find your purpose, and live a life that leaves an impact. I am so grateful for Nick’s life. May God comfort his family and friends and give them strength. He will be dearly missed.

Confidence Pro Max: Remembering a Brother, a Filmmaker, and a Warrior Nick’s untimely death is a devastating blow to his family, friends, and Kenya as a whole. We didn’t see it coming, even after he was diagnosed in October 2025 with hypocellular myelodysplastic syndrome (h-MDS), a rare bone marrow disorder. When we went to see him in the hospital, he possessed such positive energy, he was convinced that he would beat this. He was Rambo a "one-man army" and we all believed he could beat it, too. He never looked defeated, or depressed, even as he began to lose weight. When he shaved his head in November, he sent me a photo and asked me to call him "Michael Jordan," after the Chicago Bulls legend whose signature look was a bald head. Even in sickness, he found a reason to smile. I met Nick in 2015, before he became a filmmaker. I remember him sitting in my office wearing a suit, asking for my support to go study filmmaking in Italy. After completing his course in Italy, his first major project upon his return was the award-winning documentary Softie, directed by Sam Soko. The film followed my journey as I ran for political office during the 2017 elections, and Nick was the one behind the drone shots. We became friends, and I enjoyed a front-row seat watching as he went on to document important stories. One of my favourites was his powerful 2021 BBC Africa Eye documentary, "Street Dreams." He directed and filmed a group of seven homeless young men in Nairobi who formed the "Street Family Dance Crew." He embedded with them to capture their raw determination to escape poverty, police harassment, and family issues during the COVID-19 pandemic. It is a story that feels like a distant world today; those dancers used to perform outside nightclubs in the CBD, but the city has since become a ghost town. Many bars closed down and replaced by restaurants that shut their doors by 9:00 PM. It’s a story that captured a time in Nairobi that is long gone. In 2024, Nick and I united as he covered the protests. While I participated in the demonstrations, he worked on an unnamed film and we often discussed safety tips. I was a storyteller before I was an activist, so I knew a thing or two about staying safe in the streets while documenting potentially dangerous stories. When Nick was falsely arrested in May 2025, for allegedly producing the BBC documentary, Blood Parliament - two of the three people arrested with him were working with me. I received a call shortly after their arrest and faced the difficult task of calling my colleagues' parents to deliver the news. The arrest was hostile; they were forced to hand over their phones and passwords, and when their equipment was finally returned, it was infected with spyware. What remains hidden from the public eye after an arrest are the cold cells, the degrading police interrogations, the court arraignments, the stares, and the judgment from both friends and strangers. Sometimes even the loss of clients who don’t want to be associated with “enemies of the state.” On a personal level, the trauma of such an arrest can lead to depression, alcoholism, or insomnia. In Nick’s case, his body crumbled, a hidden disease manifested, and before we could truly understand what it was, it stole him from us. His passing is an indictment of our failed healthcare system. Good healthcare is not free. We do not have enough blood in our blood banks and patients must organize their own donors in both public and private hospitals. Furthermore, specialized medical care is so expensive and out of reach that his family and friends were in the middle of fundraising for a life-saving bone marrow transplant in India. I am glad that he was able to produce his latest work, The People Shall, last year. The documentary is a first-hand eyewitness account of the events of June 25th, 2024, when a new republic was born. In his honour, and in honour of the hundreds of thousands suffering due to poor healthcare in this country, may we take our power back. Nick was good people. He had a positive attitude toward life and brought love and laughter into every room he entered. He could lift heavier weights at the gym than people much older and bigger than him. I had the chance to lift weights with him and his co-accused friends; he was so confident that he was the only one lifting bare-chested. That was 'confidence pro-max,' and he beat us in lifting heavier weights and doing more sets. In September 2025, I woke up early to ensure my son was ready to go drone filming with Nick. My son had recently acquired his drone pilot license, and Nick had taken him under his wing as he worked on a new film - a project he was looking forward to finishing. He surprised us all with his early exit on January 7th, but we thank God we had the chance to spend time with him. As we grieve Nick’s death, may his story inspire you to leave that boring job, find your purpose, and live a life that leaves an impact. I am so grateful for Nick’s life. May God comfort his family and friends and give them strength. He will be dearly missed.

The People’s President

37,999 Aufrufe • vor 7 Monaten

🔴 في الظهور الأول لها… أمٌّ مفجوعة تخرج من صمتها لتكشف حجم الفاجعة التي عصفت بعائلتها في #السويداء. هي والدة الشهداء الثلاثة الذين أُجبروا على رمي أنفسهم من بناء مرتفع، ثم أُطلقت عليهم النيران بدمٍ بارد: •الدكتور معاذ بشار عرنوس •المهندس براء بشار عرنوس •الدكتور أسامة معضاد عرنوس أكبرهم لم يتجاوز السادسة والعشرين… المأساة لم تقف عند الأبناء، إذ عُثر أيضًا على والدهم مقتولًا قرب باب منزله، لتُطوى صفحة عائلة بأكملها في واحدة من أبشع الجرائم التي عرفتها المحافظة. 🔴 In her first appearance… a devastated mother breaks her silence, revealing the scale of the tragedy that struck her family in #Sweida. She is the mother of three sons who were forced to jump from a high building, only to be executed by gunfire: •Dr. Moaz Bashar Arnous •Engineer Baraa Bashar Arnous •Dr. Osama Moaddad Arnous The eldest was just 26 years old… And the horror did not end there — their father was also found murdered near the door of his home, erasing an entire family in one of the most horrific crimes witnessed in the province. #Syria #Sweida #SweidaMassacres #HumanRights #CrimesAgainstHumanity #WarCrimes #UN #UN_HRC #AmnestyInternational #HRW #ForgottenSyria #SyriaOnFire منظمة العفو الدولية Human Rights Watch

🔴 في الظهور الأول لها… أمٌّ مفجوعة تخرج من صمتها لتكشف حجم الفاجعة التي عصفت بعائلتها في #السويداء. هي والدة الشهداء الثلاثة الذين أُجبروا على رمي أنفسهم من بناء مرتفع، ثم أُطلقت عليهم النيران بدمٍ بارد: •الدكتور معاذ بشار عرنوس •المهندس براء بشار عرنوس •الدكتور أسامة معضاد عرنوس أكبرهم لم يتجاوز السادسة والعشرين… المأساة لم تقف عند الأبناء، إذ عُثر أيضًا على والدهم مقتولًا قرب باب منزله، لتُطوى صفحة عائلة بأكملها في واحدة من أبشع الجرائم التي عرفتها المحافظة. 🔴 In her first appearance… a devastated mother breaks her silence, revealing the scale of the tragedy that struck her family in #Sweida. She is the mother of three sons who were forced to jump from a high building, only to be executed by gunfire: •Dr. Moaz Bashar Arnous •Engineer Baraa Bashar Arnous •Dr. Osama Moaddad Arnous The eldest was just 26 years old… And the horror did not end there — their father was also found murdered near the door of his home, erasing an entire family in one of the most horrific crimes witnessed in the province. #Syria #Sweida #SweidaMassacres #HumanRights #CrimesAgainstHumanity #WarCrimes #UN #UN_HRC #AmnestyInternational #HRW #ForgottenSyria #SyriaOnFire منظمة العفو الدولية Human Rights Watch

NEMESIS – نيميسس

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حين يصبح الطفلُ وطنًا لأن أغلى ما نملك ليس ما بُني من حجر، بل من وُلد ليحمل المستقبل. في الأيام الأولى للحرب، وبين أروقة مجمع الشفاء الطبي المكتظة بالجرحى والمصابين، وصل طفلٌ صغير انتُشل من فوق الركام بعد أن استهدفت طائرات الاحتلال مربعًا سكنيًا كاملًا في مخيم الشاطئ. حملتُه بين يديّ وأنا أرى في جسده الصغير حكاية شعبٍ بأكمله، وفي أنفاسه المتعبة أملاً يحاول النجاة من بين الموت والدمار. سلّمتُه إلى أطباء العناية المركزة والحضّانات، وكنت منذ اللحظة الأولى أشعر أن نجاته تعني أكثر من إنقاذ طفل واحد؛ كانت تعني إنقاذ جزءٍ من مستقبلنا. ففي زمنٍ تتهاوى فيه البيوت وتُهدم المدن، يبقى الأطفال هم الثروة الحقيقية، وهم الوطن الذي نحمله في قلوبنا وأيدينا. لكن رحلة هذا الطفل لم تنتهِ عند خروجه من تحت الركام. فقد أصبح لاحقًا واحدًا من أطفال الحضّانات الذين واجهوا خطرًا جديدًا عندما حاصر الاحتلال المستشفيات ومنع وصول الوقود اللازم لتشغيل المولدات والحضّانات وأجهزة الإنعاش. يومها كنا نشاهد الأطفال يرحلون واحدًا تلو الآخر، بينما كانت الطواقم الطبية تخوض معركةً قاسية بين الحياة والموت في محاولة لإنقاذهم. ثم نُقل عدد من هؤلاء الأطفال إلى مصر بحثًا عن العلاج وفرصةٍ للنجاة. ومنذ ذلك الحين، ما زلت أتذكر ذلك الطفل كلما عادت صور تلك الأيام إلى ذاكرتي. لا أعلم إن كان من بين الذين كتب الله لهم الحياة فعادوا بعد رحلة العلاج، أم من بين الأطفال الذين أودت الحرب بحياتهم قبل أن يمنحوا الحياة فرصةً كاملة لهم. كل ما أعلمه أن وجهه ما زال حاضرًا في الذاكرة، وأن قصته تختصر حكاية آلاف الأطفال الذين وُلدوا في زمن الحرب والحصار، فصاروا يحملون فوق أعمارهم الصغيرة أثقال وطنٍ كامل. رحم الله من رحل منهم، وحفظ من بقي شاهدًا على واحدة من أقسى المآسي الإنسانية في عصرنا. When a Child Becomes a Homeland Because the most precious thing we possess is not what is built of stone, but those born to carry the future. In the early days of the war, amid the crowded corridors of Al-Shifa Medical Complex, a small child arrived after being rescued from the rubble of a residential block in Al-Shati Refugee Camp that had been struck by Israeli airstrikes. I carried him in my arms and saw in his fragile body the story of an entire people, and in his struggling breaths a hope fighting to survive amidst destruction and death. I handed him over to the intensive care and neonatal teams. From the very first moment, I felt that saving this child meant far more than saving a single life—it meant preserving a part of our future. In times when homes collapse and cities are destroyed, children remain our greatest treasure; they are the homeland we carry in our hearts and in our hands. Yet his journey did not end when he was pulled from the rubble. He later became one of the newborns in the neonatal units who faced another deadly threat when hospitals were besieged and fuel supplies were blocked, depriving generators, incubators, and life-support equipment of the power needed to keep them alive. We watched infants die one after another while medical teams fought a relentless battle between life and death to save them. Many of these children were later transferred to Egypt in search of treatment and a chance to survive. Since then, I have often remembered that child whenever memories of those painful days return. I do not know whether he was among those who survived and eventually came back, or among those whose lives were stolen by this war before they were given a fair chance to live. What I do know is that his face remains etched in my memory. His story reflects the story of thousands of children born into war and siege, carrying on their tiny shoulders the burdens of an entire homeland. May those who passed away rest in peace, and may those who survived remain witnesses to one of the most devastating humanitarian tragedies of our time.

حين يصبح الطفلُ وطنًا لأن أغلى ما نملك ليس ما بُني من حجر، بل من وُلد ليحمل المستقبل. في الأيام الأولى للحرب، وبين أروقة مجمع الشفاء الطبي المكتظة بالجرحى والمصابين، وصل طفلٌ صغير انتُشل من فوق الركام بعد أن استهدفت طائرات الاحتلال مربعًا سكنيًا كاملًا في مخيم الشاطئ. حملتُه بين يديّ وأنا أرى في جسده الصغير حكاية شعبٍ بأكمله، وفي أنفاسه المتعبة أملاً يحاول النجاة من بين الموت والدمار. سلّمتُه إلى أطباء العناية المركزة والحضّانات، وكنت منذ اللحظة الأولى أشعر أن نجاته تعني أكثر من إنقاذ طفل واحد؛ كانت تعني إنقاذ جزءٍ من مستقبلنا. ففي زمنٍ تتهاوى فيه البيوت وتُهدم المدن، يبقى الأطفال هم الثروة الحقيقية، وهم الوطن الذي نحمله في قلوبنا وأيدينا. لكن رحلة هذا الطفل لم تنتهِ عند خروجه من تحت الركام. فقد أصبح لاحقًا واحدًا من أطفال الحضّانات الذين واجهوا خطرًا جديدًا عندما حاصر الاحتلال المستشفيات ومنع وصول الوقود اللازم لتشغيل المولدات والحضّانات وأجهزة الإنعاش. يومها كنا نشاهد الأطفال يرحلون واحدًا تلو الآخر، بينما كانت الطواقم الطبية تخوض معركةً قاسية بين الحياة والموت في محاولة لإنقاذهم. ثم نُقل عدد من هؤلاء الأطفال إلى مصر بحثًا عن العلاج وفرصةٍ للنجاة. ومنذ ذلك الحين، ما زلت أتذكر ذلك الطفل كلما عادت صور تلك الأيام إلى ذاكرتي. لا أعلم إن كان من بين الذين كتب الله لهم الحياة فعادوا بعد رحلة العلاج، أم من بين الأطفال الذين أودت الحرب بحياتهم قبل أن يمنحوا الحياة فرصةً كاملة لهم. كل ما أعلمه أن وجهه ما زال حاضرًا في الذاكرة، وأن قصته تختصر حكاية آلاف الأطفال الذين وُلدوا في زمن الحرب والحصار، فصاروا يحملون فوق أعمارهم الصغيرة أثقال وطنٍ كامل. رحم الله من رحل منهم، وحفظ من بقي شاهدًا على واحدة من أقسى المآسي الإنسانية في عصرنا. When a Child Becomes a Homeland Because the most precious thing we possess is not what is built of stone, but those born to carry the future. In the early days of the war, amid the crowded corridors of Al-Shifa Medical Complex, a small child arrived after being rescued from the rubble of a residential block in Al-Shati Refugee Camp that had been struck by Israeli airstrikes. I carried him in my arms and saw in his fragile body the story of an entire people, and in his struggling breaths a hope fighting to survive amidst destruction and death. I handed him over to the intensive care and neonatal teams. From the very first moment, I felt that saving this child meant far more than saving a single life—it meant preserving a part of our future. In times when homes collapse and cities are destroyed, children remain our greatest treasure; they are the homeland we carry in our hearts and in our hands. Yet his journey did not end when he was pulled from the rubble. He later became one of the newborns in the neonatal units who faced another deadly threat when hospitals were besieged and fuel supplies were blocked, depriving generators, incubators, and life-support equipment of the power needed to keep them alive. We watched infants die one after another while medical teams fought a relentless battle between life and death to save them. Many of these children were later transferred to Egypt in search of treatment and a chance to survive. Since then, I have often remembered that child whenever memories of those painful days return. I do not know whether he was among those who survived and eventually came back, or among those whose lives were stolen by this war before they were given a fair chance to live. What I do know is that his face remains etched in my memory. His story reflects the story of thousands of children born into war and siege, carrying on their tiny shoulders the burdens of an entire homeland. May those who passed away rest in peace, and may those who survived remain witnesses to one of the most devastating humanitarian tragedies of our time.

Dr.Muneer Alboursh د.منيرالبرش

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Gladys Wanga, with all due respect, you do not qualify to advise President Uhuru Kenyatta a man who led this country with dignity, order, and respect for the rule of law. We know you and your type very well political orphans, desperately clinging to relevance as 2027 approaches. You stand on shaky ground, not because the people have changed, but because you chose the path of betrayal, hypocrisy, and blind loyalty to power instead of truth. This nation is exhausted. Kenyans are tired of William Ruto tired of the lies, the arrogance, the corruption, and the pain that his regime has inflicted on ordinary citizens. No propaganda can erase hunger. No speech can silence poverty. No sermon can wash away injustice. What this country needs is not noise, not intimidation, but a listening President a leader who feels the pain of the people, not one who dines with oligarchs while citizens sleep hungry. You said our democracy is fragile? No, Governor our democracy is strong because it belongs to the people, not to the state. You and others in power are the ones weakening it through fear, manipulation, and betrayal. That is the same strategy you used to weaken Raila Odinga convincing him to chase positions and handshakes instead of listening to the cries of his people. You isolated him from his base and turned his mission into a personal ambition. That’s not politics that’s sabotage. Uhuru Kenyatta, unlike most of you, is a believer in constitutionalism, democracy, and truth. He knows Ruto better than anyone Ruto was his deputy for 10 long years. He warned us, and we ignored him. Today, as a nation drowning in economic misery and insecurity, we realize he was right. And now we seek his forgiveness because we failed to listen when he tried to save this country from a man driven by greed and vengeance. Gladys Wanga, let me remind you of Chris Msando. Do you remember how he died? Do you remember who was blamed, and how Raila Odinga was told the truth but chose silence for the sake of peace? Raila entered a so-called Broad-Based Government knowing very well the blood of his loyal soldiers cried for justice and yet he bowed to the same system that destroyed them. So don’t lecture us about Uhuru Kenyatta. Don’t tell us he’s the only former president alive when you and your circle are the very reason Raila Odinga’s political soul was killed. His dream of liberating this nation was suffocated by greed, bad advice, and selfish interests. You can defend Ruto all you want but understand this clearly: the people are watching, and in 2027, they will speak loudly. Power returns to the people, and when that time comes, no position, no connection, and no state protection will save anyone who betrayed their trust. The days of political puppetry are ending. Kenya is rising and truth will have the final word.

Gladys Wanga, with all due respect, you do not qualify to advise President Uhuru Kenyatta a man who led this country with dignity, order, and respect for the rule of law. We know you and your type very well political orphans, desperately clinging to relevance as 2027 approaches. You stand on shaky ground, not because the people have changed, but because you chose the path of betrayal, hypocrisy, and blind loyalty to power instead of truth. This nation is exhausted. Kenyans are tired of William Ruto tired of the lies, the arrogance, the corruption, and the pain that his regime has inflicted on ordinary citizens. No propaganda can erase hunger. No speech can silence poverty. No sermon can wash away injustice. What this country needs is not noise, not intimidation, but a listening President a leader who feels the pain of the people, not one who dines with oligarchs while citizens sleep hungry. You said our democracy is fragile? No, Governor our democracy is strong because it belongs to the people, not to the state. You and others in power are the ones weakening it through fear, manipulation, and betrayal. That is the same strategy you used to weaken Raila Odinga convincing him to chase positions and handshakes instead of listening to the cries of his people. You isolated him from his base and turned his mission into a personal ambition. That’s not politics that’s sabotage. Uhuru Kenyatta, unlike most of you, is a believer in constitutionalism, democracy, and truth. He knows Ruto better than anyone Ruto was his deputy for 10 long years. He warned us, and we ignored him. Today, as a nation drowning in economic misery and insecurity, we realize he was right. And now we seek his forgiveness because we failed to listen when he tried to save this country from a man driven by greed and vengeance. Gladys Wanga, let me remind you of Chris Msando. Do you remember how he died? Do you remember who was blamed, and how Raila Odinga was told the truth but chose silence for the sake of peace? Raila entered a so-called Broad-Based Government knowing very well the blood of his loyal soldiers cried for justice and yet he bowed to the same system that destroyed them. So don’t lecture us about Uhuru Kenyatta. Don’t tell us he’s the only former president alive when you and your circle are the very reason Raila Odinga’s political soul was killed. His dream of liberating this nation was suffocated by greed, bad advice, and selfish interests. You can defend Ruto all you want but understand this clearly: the people are watching, and in 2027, they will speak loudly. Power returns to the people, and when that time comes, no position, no connection, and no state protection will save anyone who betrayed their trust. The days of political puppetry are ending. Kenya is rising and truth will have the final word.

𝙋𝘼𝙐𝙇. 𝐎. 𝐍𝐄𝐊𝐎

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