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Revising the footage of the attack on our dear colleagues and friends Steve and Ali: The strike was carried out by an american made GBU-38, carrying a MK-82 500 pounds warhead with 200 pounds of explosives and a 300 pounds of forged steel warhead that was made in purpose to be transformed to thousands of shrapnels upon impact. What save both of them was a combination of good luck, fast reaction from Steve as an experienced war reporter wearing body armor (should have been wearing his helmet), and the fact that the bomb missed the concrete by some 50 cm and went inside the previous hole and exploded under the bridge, which saved the journalists from the shrapnels and the direct shock wave.

This model draws upon the region’s history of pluralism, where Muslims, Jews, Christians, and others coexisted and offers the only realistic path towards genuine peace, justice, and reparations.

A single democratic state is the only just and viable solution. It upholds the Right of Return, dismantles the apartheid structures, and ensures full equality and self-determination for all people regardless of ethnicity or religion.

You cannot be an anti-Zionist and simultaneously advocate for a two-state solution in Palestine. You cannot claim to uphold human rights while supporting a political framework that entrenches inequality. These positions are fundamentally contradictory.

I’m grateful to be alive, to be safe, and to have the ability to speak out, organise, and fight for my people. I carry their strength, their stories, and their fight. For them, I speak. For them, I resist.

That decision, that single act of survival, is the only thing that separates my life from theirs. It was luck. And that luck is what gives me purpose; it's what fuels my responsibility.

Today, I turn 26. Had I been born and raised in Gaza or the West Bank, I would have spent my entire life under military occupation. By now, I would have lived through at least nine major assaults by the zionist occupation.

If Trump bombed London for Israel’s “security,” Westminster would draft the press release, thank him for the opportunity, and ask when to relocate Parliament to Tel Aviv.

Children who survive. Children who might grow up to resist. Ahmad is out now. But the cages still stand. The policy remains. The silence of the world is louder than ever. He was not the threat. The threat was his childhood. His breath. His refusal to disappear

Dragged through military courts, interrogated, tortured, tried as an adult, locked in solitary confinement meant to shatter all souls. Because in the zionist regime, being a Palestinian child is a crime. Because their system doesn’t fear weapons, it fears children with memory.

Ahmad is free. But let this be a reminder that he was never the threat. He was thirteen. A child. Bleeding on the ground, bones broken, head crushed, surrounded by settlers shouting for his death. And the zionist entity called him a terrorist.

So let this be a reminder: the real danger to this system has always been the children they can not break. And the people who refuse to forget them. Us.

The land is memory. It is identity. It is resistance. Today, we do not just remember. We renew our oath and our promise: We will return. We will remain. We will always resist. This land is ours. It always was. It always will be.

As we still do today. As I do today. As my grandfather did all his life. As my great grandfather before him. Our connection is not to borders drawn by foreign men but to the land itself, to the olive trees that root us, the martyrs it cradles, the fire it fuels in our souls.

Today is Land Day. 48 years ago today, Palestinians rose up in protest against the zionist entitys theft of thousands of dunams of Palestinian land. Many were martyred, and countless others were wounded and arrested. This day became a symbol of our connection to the land.