Free Palestine

Sometimes they arrest you while you are committing a dream. - Mahmoud Darwish

As Salaamu Alaykum

Before I fly to Cairo to meet the blessed widows, orphans, and families of the Shuhadā’ of Gaza, this will likely be the last time I knock on your door of opportunity.

Many of you have already donated once, twice, or even multiple times. Many of you have shared my fundraising links and encouraged others to give. May Allah reward every one of you with abundant goodness.

If you have been meaning to contribute but haven't yet had the chance, this is your opportunity to support some of the most deserving people on earth.

May Allah ease the suffering of our brothers and sisters in Gaza, accept the martyrs, protect the living, and make us among those who answer the call when our Ummah is in need. Āmīn.
£50 can feed one orphan family for a month
£50 can provide cash assistance to help orphan families with their needs

• £10 can provide toys to orphan children
  Please donate generously:
  https://fundraise.forgottenummah.org/akmol-hoque

I only want to marry someone who loves Palestine as deeply as I do. The kind of man who is smart and never stops talking about humanity on his platforms. Not the kind of person who just says “I love Palestine” or “I support Palestine,” but keeps silent on social media—which is zero action. Wallahi, that's totally hypocritical, and I don't like it (May Allah protect me from a person like that)🤲🏻🇵🇸❤️🖤🤍💚

To the People of Palestine...
There is a quiet strength in suffering that perhaps I will never fully understand.
I still remember the story of a mother who stepped out to collect the dough she would use to make bread for her children.
When she returned, her home had become rubble.
Her children were gone.
I will never forget the look on her face.
I will never forget the silence that held more grief than words ever could.
And I will never forget what she said:
"Hasbunallahu wa ni'mal wakeel."
Not because her heart did not break.
But because it was so broken that it sought comfort from no one but Allah.
When I think of Palestine, I do not think only of loss.
I think of hearts that continue to remember Allah through trials that would overwhelm most of us.
While I become discouraged over burdens far smaller than yours, your resilience reminds me to trust Allah more, to complain less, and to hold tighter to the One whose mercy never fails.
If all I can offer is du'a, then I pray with a heart that will never forget you.
May Allah ease every sorrow, protect every innocent soul, comfort every grieving heart, and reunite your loved ones in Jannatul Firdaus.
You remain in the du'as of believers across the world.
And above all, you are never forgotten by Allah.
I love you all for the sake of Allah.

Always glad to come across something like this.

https://youtu.be/eyWNOjqr6N0?si=2zTHqXN5MTGgTbCF

Pray for Palestine to be free soon aamiin🙏🏻

On my momma! My heart go out to Palestine and I stand with them I pray for peace 🥰❤️ Allah please watch over everybody there bring them peace and happiness them kids dont deserve what they going through! I STAND WITH PALESTINE 🥰❤️🗣️

To the people of Palestine
I wish I could offer you more than tears.
More than whispered du'as in the quiet of the night.
More than a heart that aches every time your story reaches us.
But even if my hands cannot reach you, my heart never forgets you.
The world has witnessed your pain.
But I have also witnessed something else.
Your patience.
Your courage.
Your unwavering faith.
While I become restless over burdens far smaller than yours, I have watched mothers praise Allah through tears, fathers speak with dignity through loss, and children smile with a faith that leaves me speechless.
You have reminded me what tawakkul looks like.
Not because pain is beautiful.
But because faith can remain beautiful even in pain.
You have become a mirror.
Not one that shows me your weakness, but one that quietly reveals my own.
It reminds me to complain less.
To trust Allah more.
To hold tighter to Him when life feels heavy.
If all I can offer you is du'aa, then I pray with a heart that never forgets you.
May Allah ease every sorrow.
May He shelter every frightened child.
May He comfort every grieving mother.
May He strengthen every weary father.
May He accept every martyr with the highest ranks of Jannah.
And may the day come when your children know the sound of laughter more often than the sound of fear.
Until then...
Know that you are carried in the du'as of hearts across the world.
And never, for even a moment, forgotten by the One whose mercy encompasses all things.
I love you all for the sake of Allah

Shitrael just wiped out southern Lebanon with the single largest warhead explosion since we nuked Japan.

These people are demons.

https://x.com/i/status/2071724370322415855

There are pains too heavy for language.
The kind that leaves the tongue silent while the heart keeps making du'a.
How do you write about a child who learned the sound of explosions before the sound of peace?
How do you speak of a mother who kisses her child goodbye, not knowing whether she will kiss them again in this world or only meet them in Jannah?
How do you describe a people who have buried more than bodies? Who have buried homes, dreams, childhoods, and yet somehow still say, "Alhamdulillah."
Perhaps that is the miracle.
Not that they have not suffered.
But that suffering has not stolen their faith.
The world counts the ruins.
Allah counts every tear.
The world remembers numbers.
Allah knows every name.
No cry escapes Him. No injustice is forgotten by Him. No soul returns to Him unnoticed.
There will come a day when every oppressed heart will understand the wisdom of every delay.
A day when patience will no longer feel heavy.
A day when every promise of Allah will unfold exactly as He promised.
For those whom Allah honoured with shahadah, what awaits them cannot be measured by the grief we witness here.
We cry because we remain.
But perhaps they smile because they have arrived where no fear can ever reach them again.
Ya Allah,
Be gentle with every grieving heart.
Grant relief to every oppressed soul.
Strengthen those who remain.
Accept those who have returned to You.
And never allow us to become so distracted by this world that we forget the Ummah carries wounds that still bleed.
Palestine is not forgotten.
Not by the believers.
And never by Ar-Rahman.