The Will of Yahya Sinwar:

I am Yahya, the son of the refugee who turned exile into a temporary homeland, and turned the dream into an eternal battle.

As I write these words, I recall every moment that has passed in my life: from my childhood in the alleys, to the long years of imprisonment, to every drop of blood that was shed on the soil of this land.

I was born in Khan Yunis camp in 1962, at a time when Palestine was a torn memory and forgotten maps on the tables of politicians.

I am the man who wove his life between fire and ashes, and realized early on that life under occupation means nothing but permanent imprisonment.

I knew from a young age that life in this land is not ordinary, and that whoever is born here must carry in his heart an unbreakable weapon, and realize that the road to freedom is long. My will to you begins here, from that child who threw the first stone at the occupier, and who learned that stones are the first words we utter in the face of the world that stands silently in front of our wound.

I learned in the streets of Gaza that a person is not measured by the years of his life, but by what he gives to his country. And that was my life: prisons and battles, pain and hope.

I entered prison for the first time in 1988, and I was sentenced to life imprisonment, but I did not know the way to fear.

In those dark cells, I saw in every wall a window to the distant horizon, and in every bar a light illuminating the path to freedom.

In prison, I learned that patience is not just a virtue, but a weapon.. a bitter weapon, like someone who drinks the sea drop by drop.

My advice to you: Do not fear prisons, for they are only part of our long path to freedom.

Prison taught me that freedom is not just a stolen right, but an idea born from pain and refined by patience. When I was released in the “Wafa al-Ahrar” deal in 2011, I did not leave as I was; I left stronger and my faith increased that what we are doing is not just a passing struggle, but rather our destiny that we carry until the last drop of our blood.

Aisha is remembered as the youngest wife of Prophet Muhammed pbuh, one of the most beloved. Apart from being a wife, she was also a scholar, and played a major role in the politics of her times. She is known to have narrated 2210 hadiths (traditions containing his sayings. Prophet Muhammad pbuh which, with accounts of his daily practice (the Sunna), constitute the major source of guidance for Muslims apart from the Quran) about various topics including those about inheritance and pilgrimage.

Khadijah was the wife of Prophet Muhammed & has the distinction of being the first Muslim. She was born in a merchant family in the Quraysh tribe of Mecca, & effectively learned the business of trade from her father. Soon after her father’s death she took over the business. mainly traded between Mecca, Syria, and Yemen. At a time when trades & businesses were completely dominated by men, she was one of the most successful traders of Mecca and known for her honesty & benevolence. She often fed & clothed the poor & also assisted her relatives in need.

المرحومة الشيخة موزه المشغوني مثال خير للمرأة المكافحة، تركت بصمة كبيرة في الساحة التعليمية والإنسانية، وخيرها أمتد للدول المجاورة. تتكلم عن فترة شبابها وصعوبة الحياة، لكن رغم ذلك تعلمت القراءة لتقرأ القرآن يومياً بعدها في سن الخمسين #يوم_المرأة_الإماراتية رحمك الله يا حبيبتي My beloved late grandmother, was illiterate and complained to her educated father why he never let her go to school despite him being a scholar. He told her he feared for her being kidnapped and sold as she was a pretty little child and that was a common occurrence at that time.

I don’t apologize for calling out a bigot that invited a Nazi-like genocide. I do apologize for not being in the slightest bit interested in politics which I find boring. I do understand that those that understand the power, own it & control the masses, but I have my own mind. I know I probably will disappointing many, but I believe in peace & humanity. I believe in love and living in harmony. I don’t believe in war, because no one ever wins. Find me a woman or father that will happily send their darling son to war & we will have a topic to discuss.