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Martyrs of Gaza @GazaMartyrs This is my will and my final message. If my words reach you, know that Israel has succeeded in killing me and silencing my voice. First, peace, mercy, and blessings be upon you. God knows that I have given all my effort and strength to be a support and a voice for my people since I opened my eyes to life in the alleys and streets of Jabalia refugee camp. My hope was that God would grant me life to return with my family and loved ones to our original town of Ashkelon (Al-Majdal), occupied land. But God's will was swifter, and His decree is binding. I lived pain in all its details, tasted grief and loss repeatedly, yet I never hesitated to convey the truth as it is—-without distortion or falsification— hoping God would bear witness against those who remained silent, those who accepted our killing, those who besieged our breaths, and whose hearts were not moved by the shattered bodies of our children and women, nor did they stop the massacre our people have faced for more than a year and a half.

I entrust you with Palestine, the jewel of the Muslim world and the pulse of every free heart in this world. I entrust you with its people, with its innocent children who were not granted the time to dream or live in safety and peace. Their pure bodies were crushed under thousands of tons of Israeli bombs and missiles, torn apart, their remains scattered on the walls. l urge you not to let chains silence you, nor borders restrain you. Be bridges toward liberating the land and the people until the sun of dignity and freedom rises over our stolen homeland. I entrust you with my family. I entrust you with the apple of my eye, my beloved daughter, Sham, whom fate did not allow me to see grow as I dreamed. I entrust you with my dear son, Salah, whom I wished to support and accompany until he grew strong, carrying my burden and continuing the mission.

I entrust you with my beloved mother, whose prayers were the reason I reached where I did. Her supplications were my fortress, and her light my path. I pray God to ease her heart and reward her abundantly on my behalf. I also entrust you with my lifelong companion, my beloved wife, Umm Salah Bayan, from whom war separated us for long days and months, but who remained faithful, steadfast like an olive tree trunk that never bends, patient and devout, carrying the trust in my absence with strength and faith. I urge you to gather around them and be their support after God Almighty. If I die, I die steadfast on my principles, bearing witness to God that I am satisfied with His decree, believing in meeting Him, and certain that what is with God is better and everlasting. O God, accept me among the martyrs, forgive my past and future sins, and make my blood a light that illuminates the path to freedom for my people and family.

Forgive me if I fell short, and pray for me mercy, for I have remained true to the covenant, never changing or betraying it. Do not forget Gaza... And do not forget me in your good prayers for forgiveness and acceptance. Anas Jamal Al-Sharif 06.04.2025 This is what Anas ordered to be published upon his martyrdom.

Anas Al Sharif had these words to publish if he was martyred which he was tonight as Israel starts the invasion of Gaza City

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YouTube video by Larry & Paul UK Media Shifts Tone on Gaza - #BrokenNews

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Life is the thing that happens when you wish you could be writing

Increasingly convinced the main damage cell phones have done to creativity isn't decreased attention spans or what not but the elimination of productive boredom. Inspiration comes from the mind filling the void inside. Hard to make art when you're constantly silencing the silence with "content."

Oh! And I thought you were just trying to give me a massive head!

And, for @thedailytomorrow.bsky.social subscribers, a few words on what the hell I was thinking when I wrote GMHSF

The final part of Gary's Massive Head Shouting Forever...

you're gonna wanna see this

Skullhamster! Call your band that.

Part 2!

Brb going to get this intro printed on a t-shirt...

Read part one of Gary's Massive Head Shouting Forever on @thedailytomorrow.bsky.social now, and the following parts throughout the week. Woot!

Very happy to say I'll have a story serialised in the fantastic @thedailytomorrow.bsky.social soon. Contract signed! Confidence boosted! Money basically spent! Woot!

This is the good stuff

A plush Jean-Luc Picard next to a 5-pack of lightbulbs showing only four bulbs in the illustration

oh no

Read “Central Time” by Kieran McCaffrey now, among other pieces in our current issue.

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#speculativefiction #scifi #fantasy #horror #WritingCommunity #IndianSFF

“Welcome,” he said, “to Glasgow Central… after hours.”

- Kieran McCaffrey, “Central Time”

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You should call your band Dance Horse

Thrilled to have made the Cymera/Shoreline of Infinity short story prize shortlist with Gary's Massive Head Shouting Forever. Had a lovely attending night at #Cymera2025 Event Horizon to hear the winner announced - a fab story by Caitriana NicNeacail. Well done, all!

Just managed to get mine through at 17,000-odd words so seems like the problem's fixed. Hurrah! Thanks, SH!

Same for me

Picture from an old manual depicting a miner underground looking at large mining machine. Underneath, the machine's name: Buttock Shearer

Just a man admiring his buttock shearer.

Callum stepped into the road and as if in response the snow thickened, an instant blizzard, its flurries so dense he had to work to keep the giant gates ahead of him, and when he turned to see if the mum and daughter had followed there was nothing at all to look at. Even the queue had vanished. Callum pressed forward, hands out in front of him, inching through perfect white and infinite silence, until his fingers found iron and rust and a gap to squeeze through.

Read Central Time, my time-travelling horror story set in a snow-bound Glasgow Central, in State of Matter... #shortfiction #horror #writersofbluesky

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