どーも, Hello Domokun!

the West ought to understand : this isn't an Islamic flag ; it IS the flag of a sovereign Arabic nation ! 🍀🇵🇸🍀🇮🇪🍀🇵🇸🍀

@Mofobian 👏🏼

How he learned to hate them. Just like we are.

@Uncommonsince76 Madagascar , the final solution ™

Joseph Goebbels writing in his diary in 1940… “The big plan for the evacuation of all Jews from Berlin was approved. Furthermore, all the European jews ought to be deported to Madagascar after the war.”

The one who made this is a pragmatic who believes in real justice 😁🤫

@JackRussello @KimDotcom nobody cares what you think , wacko jacko

@KimDotcom You have become unfollowable with the stupidity that you now post and forward. Sorry to see you fall. Who is paying you, Iran?

Iran's ceasefire conditions: — Hand Netanyahu to the ICC — Withdraw to Oct 7 borders — Cancel Trump's Gaza plan — Lift ALL sanctions — Return frozen funds — Recognize Iran's nuclear rights — Leave Lebanon, Syria, Yemen — Evacuate ALL US bases on Arab soil — Trump publicly apologize to Khamenei — Compensate Iran for every sanction ever imposed "That is no great matter for God."

🇮🇷 Iran says any Arab or European country that expels Israeli and US ambassadors will get free passage through the Strait of Hormuz starting tomorrow.

With WW3 looming over our heads, here is a speech from AH. “Never despair.” 🤍

Just a reminder that Iran’s new supreme leader Mojtaba Khamenei has lost the following people in this war: - His father: Ayatollah Ali Khamenei (killed in the opening strikes). - His mother: (Mentioned in multiple sources as killed in the same or related strikes). - His wife: Zahra Haddad Adel (or Zahra Adel; explicitly confirmed killed in the strike alongside Ali Khamenei). - His son: (At least one son reported killed; some accounts specify a grandson of Ali Khamenei as Mojtaba's child). - His sister: (e.g., Hoda Khamenei or similar; reported in family casualty lists). - His brother-in-law: (Husband of his sister, killed in the strikes). - Other relatives: Including a niece and/or nephew (grandchildren of Ali Khamenei via Mojtaba's siblings). I wouldn’t bet on him easing attacks anytime soon…

@anthonyzenkus or causing war / warmongering , more specifically

War is wrong. Not just because it's strategically unsound. Not just because it will destroy our economy. War is wrong because at its most basic level - war is immoral. War turns children into orphans, Those that it doesn't orphan, it turns to ashes and dust. War is a plague on our spirit and the saddest evidence that perhaps we never truly deserved to live in this place we call Earth.

He lives on

DAY 9 Recap of the “liberation” of Iran: — Announced they’ll take ALL iran’s oil — Trump says Iran’s map will change — Funding foreign separatist groups — Murdering school girls — Bombing hospitals, schools & homes — Water desalination plants hit — Fuel facilities hit — Toxic cancer-causing smoke blocking out the sun in Tehran — It’s now being branded as creating “China’s nightmare” a Venezuela 2.0 — Trump says he’s happy with an “undemocratic” and “religious” leader 😂 — Trump says he can strike Iran’s water facilities and other civilian infrastructure because Iranians are evil It will stain for life those who supported this. You fell for Iraq propaganda again.

She entered the room quietly. At first glance I thought she was forty. Perhaps a little more. The kind of face one sees on women who have already lived through many winters. I asked her age. She answered softly: “Twenty-six.” For a moment I did not understand the words. Twenty-six. I looked again at her face, as if time had written the wrong number upon it. She was younger than me. And suddenly an uncomfortable thought came to me. If she is younger than I am, and this is her face what must my own face look like? Perhaps I should go home and look in the mirror again. What has this young woman already seen in her short life for time to leave such marks on her face? What burdens has she carried for her voice to sound like the voice of someone who has already lived fifty years? This was not the first time I had noticed such a thing. In the clinic I often try to guess the age of those who sit before me. It has become a quiet habit. I look at the face. I choose a number. Then I ask. In Gaza the numbers rarely match. But there is something else. It happens most often with women. War claims to strike everyone equally. But suffering, it seems, knows how to choose its shoulders. The hands of these women were not meant to spend their days lighting small fires beneath metal pots beside thin tents. They were meant to be held. They were not meant to stand in crowded lines for bread. Bread was meant to be placed before them with kindness. They were not meant to carry whole families upon their backs while the earth trembles beneath them. And yet they do. Women who wake before dawn searching for water. Women who cook beside fragile tent walls while smoke climbs slowly into the sky. Women who quiet their children during bombardments while their own hearts tremble in silence. Women who grow old before their time. When I look at their faces I remember another moment in history. A man was walking toward his execution. Women were weeping in the crowd. He turned to them and said: “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me; weep for yourselves and for your children.” Luke 23:28 Sometimes, when I sit in the clinic and look at the faces of the women here, I feel that those words have never stopped echoing. They have simply found a new place to live. Today the world calls it Women’s Day. Peace to the women of this earth. And peace, all peace, to the women of Gaza. #WomensDay #WoundedGaza

If you want to understand what the Palestinian people are living through here, this is a glimpse of our daily life: Just a little while ago, I met a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time. We sat and exchanged news and talked for more than an hour, until he wanted to return to his family because it was getting late. I offered to walk with him, so we started walking together on a path that is about an hour away from my tent. We finally reached his tent, greeted each other, and embraced, then I returned alone to my tent. As soon as I started walking, I faced pure terror: the streets were completely empty, darkness covered everything, and planes were flying low above my head, making terrifying sounds that pierce the heart, as if targeting anyone walking on the ground. Every step I took was accompanied by a deep fear that my life could be targeted at any moment. A feeling of terror clung to me, never leaving, until I reached my tent safely. The path was an unforgettable experience of fear and horror, a feeling that gnaws at your nerves and leaves no room for thinking or hope. We live every day in this fear, exposed to death at any moment. Just today, a car in front of me was targeted, and three people were killed in a horrific way, their bodies scattered in the street. Every passing second, we are exposed to danger, death, and destruction, with no protection or safety. This is our life: constant fear, endless terror, potential death at any moment, and no one knows when it will come.

🇮🇷 Iranian media published a video dedicated to the students killed in the US-Israeli attack on a school in Minab.

Written by Jewish Rabbi Bertram Wallace Korn who was a historian. This is a Jewish account of history not from those labelled as ‘antisemites’. Then they blamed White people for slavery after White people ENDED slavery 🤨

@IRIran_Military 🍀

How humiliating must it be to host foreign bases, buy their missiles, repeat their talking points, normalize their presence, and still know that if the region burns, you are not the one they are really there to protect. That is the Gulf tragedy in one sentence. Paid for by Arabs. Built on Arab land. Justified in the name of Arab security. Yet calibrated, above all, around the strategic survival of another state. This is not alliance. It is hierarchy. And the rulers know it. That is why they speak so loudly about modernization and so softly about sovereignty. Because deep down, they know a country with foreign troops on its soil is not standing tall. It is kneeling elegantly.