Billionaire PRETENDS To Be A Beggar To Test Girls On Blind Date 💔 Episode 2: The Girl Who Didn’t Care About Money – Or So He Thought… After three failed dates, Jonathan Okoy was beginning to lose hope. Each night, he sat on his creaky mattress, staring at the wall, thinking: “Maybe love without money doesn’t exist anymore.” But he wasn’t ready to give up — not yet. Norah arranged a few more blind dates. Some women didn’t even show up after hearing he had no car. Others came, ate, and never called back. One even asked him, mid-suya bite, if he had any “hidden assets” she could manage. Jonathan was done pretending to smile. His heart was tired. Until one quiet evening… he met Ada. They met at a roadside café where akara sizzled in hot oil and children ran barefoot chasing each other. Ada arrived in a simple gown and sandals, holding a book in one hand and puff-puff in the other. “Sorry I’m late,” she smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s okay,” Jonathan replied, surprised. “You brought puff-puff?” “You looked like someone who might need a snack.” She sat, didn’t complain, didn’t ask weird questions — and she actually ate the food. No phone. No fake laughs. No side-eyes. They talked for hours. Jonathan told her about doing odd jobs. She didn’t pity him. She just listened. “Life is hard,” she said. “But people who keep going? That’s strength.” For the first time in weeks, Jonathan laughed — a real laugh. Ada laughed too. It felt… easy. Before leaving, she handed him her number written on a torn page of her book. “I don’t know your story,” she said. “But you seem like someone worth knowing.” Jonathan watched her walk away — no heels, no pretense, no lies. That night, he sat on his old mattress, holding the paper. He didn’t sleep much. But he smiled a lot. The next day, he called. They started spending time together — not in malls or fancy restaurants — but walking through parks, sitting by the lagoon, eating roasted corn on sidewalks. Jonathan found himself opening up. Not fully. But slowly. Ada spoke of dreams — how she wanted to open a book café, how she taught children on weekends, how she loved honest people. Not rich people — real people. Jonathan wanted to believe it. Weeks passed. Then one rainy afternoon, they sat under a bus shelter, sharing groundnuts and laughing at how wet they looked. Ada turned to him, suddenly serious. “Can I ask you something weird?” “Of course.” “If you had everything before — money, power — would you want it back?” “Maybe,” Jonathan said carefully. “Just don’t let it change you,” she said. “This you… I like this version.” Jonathan’s heart almost stopped. Could she be the one? But just as he began to hope… Norah called. “Sir… there’s something you need to know about Ada.” “What is it?” Jonathan asked, confused. “I think… she knows who you really are.”

This is Hassana, a young woman running the Ray of Hope Prison Outreach that watered the ground that led to Quadri's freedom. My dear, take your flowers!🌹🌹🌹

Title: The Porcupine Who Shared Her Quills In the heart of the golden savanna, where the winds hummed lullabies and the stars blinked like ancestral eyes, lived a porcupine named Noma. She was quiet, thoughtful, and covered in sharp, glistening quills. The animals often avoided her—not out of cruelty, but caution. “She’s too prickly to be close to,” whispered the hare. “She carries weapons on her back,” murmured the mongoose. So Noma wandered alone. But she watched. And she listened. And she loved them all from afar. One year, a fierce lion from the northern hills crossed into the savanna. He was wounded, hungry, and angry. He roared his fury into the wind and declared, “This land is mine now!” The animals trembled. No one dared challenge him. The zebra ran. The baboons hid. Even the cheetah stayed silent. Then, Noma stepped forward. The lion snarled. “You? With your little feet and needles?” “I have no teeth like yours,” she said calmly. “But I do have a gift.” One by one, she pulled her own quills from her back and laid them in the dust. “For the birds—make arrows to fly.” “For the hedgehogs—guard your dens.” “For the buffalo—defend your young.” “For the antelope—mark your paths.” The animals were stunned. Her pain became their protection. With Noma’s quills, the savanna stood as one. And when the lion charged again, he found not one enemy—but a forest of unity. He turned and fled into the mountains. That night, the animals circled Noma. They no longer feared her quills—they honored them. And in the center of the clearing, they built a nest of her feathers of strength. She had not fought with anger—but with sacrifice. ⸻ Moral Lessons: 1. True strength is not in how much you keep—but in how much you’re willing to give. 2. Even what makes you different can become a gift when shared in love. 3. A single act of courage can inspire unity in the face of fear. ⸻ #AfricanFolktale #PorcupineWisdom #PowerInSacrifice #GiftedInDifference #UnityOverFear #FolktaleMagic #SavannaStrength #SilentCourage #StorytellingAfrica #QuillsOfHope #AnimalLegends #ViralTales #HumbleHero #SacredStories #TalesThatTeach #BraveryInKindness #ProtectWhatMatters #NatureWisdom #TheGivingPorcupine #HeartOverHorns

If you are thinking about taking your own life due to hardships of life, relax , keep hope alive, and stay alive . The next second could just be the start of your greatness - and when it starts , you may not even know because things will still look bad until it becomes obvious that your greatest has actually began. Stay cool. You'll be fine in the end.

Wishing you a beautiful Easter Sunday filled with love, laughter, and the joy of new beginnings. May this day bring peace to your heart and hope to your soul.....Happy Easter

GREAT WISDOM FOR VICTORIOUS LIVING. 1. The less you say, the more your words will matter. Choose your words wisely. In a noisy world full of opinions, wisdom is often found in silence and thoughtful speech. Be known for words that uplift, not for words that merely fill the air. 2. Don't take everything personally. People have their own battles and burdens. Most aren’t thinking about you as much as you think. Learn to let things go, and choose peace over unnecessary offense. 3. Focus on possibilities, not problems. Your mindset shapes your destiny. A problem-focused life creates fear and limits, but a possibility-driven mind sees open doors in every difficulty. Be solution-oriented. 4. Your struggle is shaping you. Pain is a part of growth. What you’re going through today might be the very thing that prepares you for what you prayed for tomorrow. Keep moving forward. 5. There’s a reason behind every connection. Some people come to teach you, some to test you, and others to build you. And sometimes, you are sent into someone’s life for those same reasons. Learn to discern the difference. 6. Dare to try new things. Staying in your comfort zone is easy, but greatness lives outside it. Explore, learn, and experience life beyond the familiar. Every risk carries a reward, even if it’s a lesson. 7. Emotional pain is real. Being ignored by those you care about hurts. Acknowledge it, but don't let it control you. Build emotional resilience. Know your worth doesn't depend on anyone's attention. 8. Appreciate moments while you have them. Today’s ordinary moments will become tomorrow’s treasured memories. Be fully present in your relationships, conversations, and experiences. 9. Gratitude shifts your focus. When you start counting your blessings, your heart finds peace, and your eyes open to new opportunities. A grateful heart makes room for more. 10. Control your words, control your life. Your future is shaped by what you speak. Speak life, hope, and purpose over yourself and others. Don’t let careless words ruin what discipline could have preserved. 11. Life reflects your thoughts. Your mindset determines your outcome. If you see the world as hostile, you’ll live in fear. If you see it as filled with opportunities, you’ll find them. 12. It's not what happens to you, but how you respond. Life is unpredictable. You can’t control everything, but you can control your attitude. A positive, faith-driven response will always position you for growth. 13. You wake up to yourself every day. Be someone you respect when no one’s watching. Integrity and self-respect matter more than public approval. 14. Acts from the heart bring the deepest joy. When you help, love, or serve with sincerity, the fulfillment you gain is priceless. Pursue what adds value to others. 15. Your circle shapes your destiny. Surround yourself with people who inspire, challenge, and uplift you. If you walk with wise people, you’ll grow wiser. Choose relationships intentionally. 16. Knowing yourself unlocks your potential. Self-awareness is a superpower. Understand your strengths, weaknesses, and passions. When you know who you are, you stop living for approval and start living with purpose. Final Thought for the Youth: You are living in a time of endless distractions and options. Wisdom is knowing what to hold on to, what to let go of, and what to reach for. Choose God, choose growth, and choose to live intentionally. “Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.” — Proverbs 4:7 May God bless you, guide you, and cause you to thrive.

Everything stopped. Chidi’s face grew dark, and Amaka’s heart froze. She pulled free, grabbed Ngozi, and held her tight, backing away. “It’s okay, baby,” she said, her voice wobbly. Chidi glared, his fists ready. For a moment, he looked ready to charge. But then he turned, cursing loud, and stormed out into the rain, slamming the door. Amaka dropped to the floor, hugging Ngozi as the girl cried into her shoulder. Her cheek hurt, her arm ached, but something new woke inside her—a tiny spark. Ngozi’s courage had lit it, a small glow in the dark. She rocked her daughter, saying, “We’re okay, we’re okay,” but her mind raced. How long could they stay like this? How long before Chidi hurt Ngozi too? Outside, the rain hid Chidi’s angry words as he vanished into the night. Inside, Amaka’s tears mixed with Ngozi’s, but deep down, a plan started growing. She didn’t know how or when, but she knew they couldn’t stay. Not anymore. As the lamp flickered and the clock ticked, Amaka held Ngozi close, her heart growing strong. This wasn’t the end—it was the start of something new, something risky, something big. Morning sun peeked through torn curtains, painting golden lines on the wooden floor. Amaka sat at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a chipped mug of cold tea. The bruise on her cheek had turned darker, a loud reminder of Chidi’s anger. Ngozi slept upstairs, her soft snores floating down like a gentle song. Amaka hadn’t closed her eyes. Her head buzzed with thoughts of running away, mixed with fear and hope. Ngozi’s brave stand had lit a small fire in her heart, but it wasn’t strong enough to show her the way yet. The house was too quiet without Chidi. He hadn’t come back after stomping off into the rain, and that scared her more than if he’d returned. Where was he? Drinking at Mama Nkechi’s bar? Sleeping in a ditch? Or plotting something worse? She shivered, pulling her wrapper close. She knew him: his quiet wasn’t peace—it was danger waiting to jump out. Her eyes kept flicking to the door, expecting his fist to crash through. Ngozi’s footsteps broke the silence. She shuffled in, her doll under her arm, her face puffy from crying. “Mama, is Daddy gone?” she asked, climbing onto a stool. Amaka nodded slow. “For now, yes.” Ngozi pressed her lips tight, too wise for her age. “He’ll come back,” she said, soft but sure. Amaka’s chest hurt. She touched Ngozi’s braids. “We won’t let him hurt us again,” she said, her voice stronger than she felt. But how? She had no money—Chidi kept every penny. Her salon days were far away, and her old friends had stopped coming around, tired of her excuses for the marks. Then she thought of her sister, Ifeoma, in Surulere—a busy, safe place with her husband and three boys. Ifeoma had begged her to leave Chidi years ago, after seeing a black eye at Christmas. “Come to us,” she’d said, fierce. “He’ll kill you one day.” Amaka had waved it off, too ashamed. Now, those words felt like a rope to climb out. She stood, legs wobbly but sure, and pulled an old suitcase from under the bed. It was beaten up, patched with tape, but it would work. She packed Ngozi’s clothes first—small shirts and skirts folded neat. Then her own: a few wrappers, a blouse, slippers. She stopped at an old photo in a drawer—her and Chidi on their wedding day, smiling under a mango tree. Her throat tightened, but she tossed it back. That Chidi was gone, turned into a monster she didn’t know. A motorbike roared outside, and she froze. She peeked out, heart pounding. It was just Mr. Tunde, the neighbor, heading to market. She breathed shaky, but the fright pushed her faster. She grabbed some garri and a tin of milk—enough for a day or two. Ngozi watched, eyes wide. “Are we running, Mama?” she whispered. Amaka knelt, holding her face. “We’re going somewhere safe, my love. Where Daddy can’t find us.” Continue the story on the comment section

THE PROFOUND SIGNIFICANT OF EASTER: A CELEBRATION OF REDEMPTION AND RENEWAL! Easter, a joyous and sacred celebration observed by millions worldwide, holds profound significance that extends beyond the festive traditions and merriment. At its core, Easter represents the pivotal events of Jesus Christ's death and resurrection, symbolizing the ultimate triumph of life over death and light over darkness. The narrative of Easter is rooted in the Christian faith, where Jesus Christ, the Son of God, willingly surrendered to crucifixion, bearing the weight of humanity's sins. His death on the cross signified the ultimate sacrifice, providing redemption for all who would believe in Him. The resurrection of Jesus on the third day, as documented in the New Testament, stands as a testament to His divine power and the promise of eternal life. The symbolism embedded in the Easter story speaks directly to the human condition. The death of Jesus represents the death to sin, an acknowledgment of the imperfections and transgressions that separate us from a holy God. Through faith in Christ, believers are called to a life of repentance and spiritual rebirth, symbolically dying to sin and embracing a path of righteousness. The resurrection of Jesus embodies the promise of new life and the hope that believers can live a sinless life through the empowerment of Christ. It signifies the victory over sin and death, offering believers the assurance of forgiveness and the strength to pursue a life that honors God. This transformative journey is central to the Christian faith, encouraging believers to reflect on their spiritual walk and renew their commitment to living according to Christ's teachings. As Christians celebrate Easter, they are reminded of the profound love and grace extended to humanity through Jesus Christ. The season invites introspection, gratitude, and a renewed focus on spiritual growth. It serves as a powerful reminder that, through faith, believers can experience the joy of salvation and the peace that comes from knowing they are forgiven and loved. In essence, Easter is not just a celebration of past events but a living testament to the enduring hope and redemption found in Jesus Christ. It calls believers to embrace the fullness of life in Christ, to live out their faith with purpose, and to share the message of hope and redemption with a world in need. Reallife Relationship and Marriage Counsel - RRMC

(PART 3) She Missed Her Interview to Help a Stranger— not knowing It Was Her Rich Mother-in-Law #africantales By the time she arrived at the corporate building, she was out of breath. She hurried inside, clutching her folder tightly. The receptionist, a tall, serious-looking woman, barely glanced at her. “I had an interview scheduled for 8 AM,” Amaka said, panting. “I know I’m late, but it was an emergency. Please, can I still go in?” The receptionist didn’t even flinch. “The interview is over.” Amaka’s heart dropped. “Please,” she begged. “I had to save someone’s life. I can explain.” The receptionist gave her a blank stare. “If you were serious about the job, you would have been here on time.” Amaka felt the lump in her throat grow. “Please, I just need five minutes with the hiring manager,” she pleaded. “Just five minutes.” The receptionist shook her head. “Sorry, ma. No exceptions.” Amaka’s fingers tightened around her folder. She wanted to scream. To cry. To beg. But what was the point? She had already lost. With slow, painful steps, she turned around and walked out. When Amaka got home, she collapsed onto her bed. She tried to hold back the tears. She failed. She had spent so many months struggling, hoping, praying for an opportunity. And when she finally got one, she lost it. Her phone buzzed. It was Daniel. She hesitated before answering. “Hey, love,” he said warmly. “How did the interview go?” Amaka swallowed hard. “I missed it,” she whispered. Daniel’s tone instantly changed. “What? Why?” Amaka took a shaky breath and told him everything. By the time she was done, Daniel was silent. Then he said softly, “I am so proud of you.” Amaka sniffled. “But I lost the job.” “You saved someone’s life,” Daniel said. “That’s more important than any job.” Amaka closed her eyes, letting his words sink in. Maybe he was right. Maybe she had done the right thing. She just wished it didn’t hurt so much. The next morning, Amaka couldn’t stop thinking about the elderly woman she had saved. She decided to go back to the hospital to check on her. But when she arrived, she got a surprise. “The elderly woman?” the nurse asked. “Oh, she was discharged early this morning. Her family came to pick her up.” Amaka frowned. “Oh… okay. Do you know who they are?” The nurse smiled. “Of course. That was Chief Mrs. Grace Wood.” Amaka’s heart stopped. Daniel’s mother. The woman who hated her. Amaka felt dizzy. She had saved the life of the woman who didn’t want her in her son’s life. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Days later, Amaka was talking to Daniel on the phone when he suddenly said something shocking. “My mother wants to meet you.” Amaka almost dropped her phone. “What?” “She had an accident on Monday, and something changed in her. She said she’s ready to meet you.” Amaka’s head spun. This was it. After all the rejection… Grace was finally willing to meet her. Amaka sat in the back seat of Daniel’s car, staring out the window as they drove toward the Wood Mansion. Her heart pounded so loudly, that she could barely hear the sound of traffic outside. She was finally going to meet Grace Wood. For months, Grace had refused to acknowledge her. She had done everything in her power to keep her away from Daniel. Now, suddenly, after the accident, everything had changed. Daniel reached over and squeezed her hand. “Are you okay?” Amaka swallowed hard. Was she? She wasn’t sure. She nodded slowly. “I just… I don’t know what to expect.” Daniel gave her a reassuring smile. “Neither do I. But whatever happens, I’m with you.” Amaka exhaled deeply. She hoped this wasn’t some sort of cruel joke. She had already lost so much because of this family. Now, she was about to walk straight into their world. The Wood Mansion was even more luxurious than she had imagined. As they drove through the massive iron gates, Amaka felt like she had entered a different world. The compound was sprawling, with neatly trimmed hedges and tall palm trees swaying in the breeze. The mansion itself looked like something out of a fairy tale—white pillars, tall glass windows, gold-plated doors. This was power. This was wealth. And she was about to step right into it. The car stopped in front of the grand entrance, and a uniformed driver opened the door for them. Amaka hesitated for a second. Then, taking a deep breath, she stepped out. The doors swung open, and a maid led them into a large sitting room. And there, sitting elegantly on a velvet couch, was Chief Mrs. Grace Wood. The moment Grace laid eyes on Amaka, her expression changed. Her eyes widened in shock. Amaka froze. Her hands trembled. For a few seconds, everything was silent. Then Grace whispered, "I know you." Amaka’s heart skipped a beat. Daniel frowned, looking between them. “Mama, what do you mean?” Grace slowly stood up. Her gaze was locked onto Amaka. "You... You saved me." Amaka felt her breath catch in her throat. She had known this moment would come. She had known that Grace would eventually realize who she was. But nothing could have prepared her for the way the older woman looked at her now. With pure, raw emotion. Daniel turned to Amaka, confused. “Wait… what’s going on?” Amaka hesitated, then whispered, "The woman I saved that day… It was your mother." Daniel’s eyes widened. "What?" Grace’s face softened. “I thought I was going to die,” she said quietly. “But you… you held my hand. You fought for me. You saved my life, even though you didn’t have to.” Amaka nodded slowly. “I couldn’t just leave you there.” Grace took a shaky breath. “You gave up your future that day. For a stranger.” For the first time in her life, Chief Mrs. Grace Wood looked… vulnerable. She stepped forward, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She reached out and took Amaka’s hands in hers. “My daughter…” she whispered. “You saved my life.”

“On Easter morning, the stone was rolled away—not just from the tomb, but from every heart burdened by fear and despair. In His resurrection, we find the eternal promise that hope will always rise, even from the darkest places.” ```🎯#Always be hopeful.```

🇳🇬 Wilayatul Faqih NG 🇮🇷: While many, including ourselves, have criticisms of the usefulness of negotiations with the US, such criticism should always be constructive and never weaken the Islamic Republic through slander, such as painting the Leader as a powerless figurehead who has been overridden by the liberal fifth column. No criticism should be made in a way weaken the Islamic Republic, which Haj Qassem called a shrine (a holy sanctity that must be protected). According to this clip from late Ayatollah Fateminia (ra), weakening the Islamic Republic is the gravest sin, worse than alcohol, which only affect a handful of individuals. The liberals were about to arrange direct negotiations with the US which would put all subjects on deck, including missile programs and support for resistance groups, until the Leader put his foot down. These negotiations would not happen without his approval or oversight, therefore he approved indirect negotiations where none of Iran's red lines are even up for discussion. This caused the US to make great concessions, because otherwise the meeting would have been canceled prior or cut halfway through. There are certain voices who are trying to paint the Leader as a weak, powerless figurehead who has been sidelined. This is a grave fitna, because the Zionist Jews and the liberal imperialists have tapped out their customer base when it comes to getting an obnoxious minority of ultra-liberals to withdraw their support and confidence from the Islamic Republic. The next frontier is getting religious revolutionaries to lose confidence and pull their support from the Islamic Republic. There are certain voices who have gone so far to label Iran as a Jewish Republic due to this. Should we reveal that one of these voices is hiding his fully Jewish identity while claiming to be another ethnicity? Wouldn't be ironic that such a person who goes around calling everyone a Jew agent and Jew simp is of a fully Jewish background which he hides similar to Dan Burros, the Jewish man who hid his identity to rise to the top of the KKK and American Nazi Party in the 1950s and 60s? Whatever criticisms there are to make against "reformists," the LAST person that should do it is someone who is hiding their Jewish identity. Now, the issue is that it is hidden. In Islam, we have no problem with what someone is born into, so long as they are sincere. We have martyrs, such as Edoardo Agnelli (ra), whose mother was one of the most powerful Jewish women in Italy. Hiding and lying about it, however, raises obvious red flags. We're open to the possibility that there is a totally innocent reason for such hiding, and will apologize profusely if this is proven to be the case, but with such fitnamongering, we aren't holding our breath. A person whose origins are under question should keep their mouth shut regarding Iranian internal issues, painting the Leader as weak and powerless in the name of claiming to love the Leader and the revolution. Now, we won't name who this is. There is an escalation ladder. Want to keep up the charade? Stop the fitna against the Leader and stay in your lane. Want to try and slander us? The moment we hear anything, the floodgates of truth will open. Want to try and quietly kill us for "knowing too much"? Our families are instructed to tell the truth about this questionable character even if we die from natural causes or even from slipping on a banana peel, so pray for us to have a long life to maximize the length of the charade because no matter what is done to us, the truth will come out one day. Stop the fitna and spreading pessimism about the Islamic Republic, and the escalation ladder will stay where it is. However, that is what is within our own power. We cannot stop that other people might do a simple internet search to find out that the people spreading fitna to get religious revolutionaries to lose hope in the Leader and stop supporting the Islamic Republic is a bit gefilte fishy himself. We fear no one but God and will expose any questionable character if need be to protect our Leader. Do not test us. 📸 Imam Khamenei met with commanders of Armed Forces on the occasion of the Iranian New Year A group of commanders from the Islamic Republic of Iran’s Armed Forces met with Imam Khamenei, the Commander-in-Chief, on Sunday afternoon, April 13, 2025, on the occasion of the Iranian New Year. 📲 KHAMENEI.IR | 𝕏 (Official) | 𝕏 (Website) ✅ @Khamenei_en ‍📸 The #ZOF 🏴‍☠ (“iDF” aka iOF) terrorist organization admits to the elimination of one more of its vile terrorists and injury of five others, including three seriously, in a #Palestinian #Resistance operation in the northern #Gaza Strip earlier today: ☠ Warrant Officer G’haleb Sliman Alnasasra, 35, a tracker in the “Gaza Division’s Northern Brigade”. 💥 According to an initial ZOF probe, at 12:58 p.m., a group of ZOF terrorists driving along a ZOF logistics road, close to an army encampment inside Gaza, came under fire by the brave Palestinian Resistance mujahideen, who had come out of a tunnel shaft, launched an RPG at the #Zionist army vehicle. 💥 Three ZOF terrorists of the 414th Combat Intelligence Collection Unit were wounded in the attack. Two of them, an officer and a combat medic, are listed in serious condition. 💥 A short while later, Zionist rescue forces led by the commander of the “Gaza Division’s Northern Brigade”, Omri Mashiah, reached the scene, along with trackers from the brigade. 💥 At 1:25 p.m., Palestinian mujahideen set off an explosive device on the side of a road, near the rescue forces, eliminating Alnasasra and wounding two other trackers, including one seriously. 📈 A total of 848 ZOF terrorists have been eliminated since 7th October 2023, according to ZOF data. 🔻#AlAqsaFlood ✌️🏼#LongLiveResistance 🇵🇸#PalestinianResistance 🆔 Subscribe: https://t.me/News_Articles_Analysis/51485 ⏯ Video | #BREAKING | Yemeni Armed Forces published a video on Saturday, April 19, 2025, showing scenes of its operation: ✈️💥 Footage shows the moment a #US [$32 million] “MQ-9” drone was downed while it was carrying out hostile missions in the airspace of #Sanaa Governorate. ✈️💥 This is the 2nd US drone shot down 24 hours and the 6th this month. ✈️💥 The number of drones of this type shot down during the Battle of the Promised Victory and the Holy Jihad (since the beginning of the war in 2023) has risen to 21. 🇾🇪#Ansarullah 🇾🇪#LongLiveYemen 🇺🇸#USGenocidalRegime 🆔 Subscribe: https://t.me/News_Articles_Analysis/51486 — 🇮🇷/🇮🇱 NEW: Iran's 2,000 kilometer range 'Sepehr' OTH Radar has finally become operational, satellite imagery seems to confirm The radar array is one of Iran's most advanced over-the-horizon radars, more than 1,5 kilometers in length. It can detect takeoffs of individual aircraft or ballistic missile launches at a range of up to 2,000 kilometers, including inside the entirety of Israel. Only a handful of countries have mastered such advanced OTH radar technology, and the radar provides Iran with valuable early warning of an imminent attack. @Middle_East_SpectTor 📸 #BREAKING: #AlQassamBrigades announced: 💥 “Our fighters (mujahideen) were able to carry out a complex ambush against a #Zionist force that had advanced east of the Tuffah neighborhood, east of #Gaza City, and left its members dead and wounded.” 💥 “We targeted a [#ZOF] ‘Merkava-4’ tank and a ‘D9’ military bulldozer with two ‘Al-Yassin 105’ shells, setting them on fire in the Jabal al-Surani area, east of the al-Tuffah neighborhood, east of Gaza City.” 🔻#AlAqsaFlood ✌️🏼#LongLiveResistance 🇵🇸#PalestinianResistance 🆔 Subscribe: https://t.me/News_Articles_Analysis/51488 ⏯ Video | Footage shows the aftermath of the latest #US terrorist attacks on General Authority for Maritime Affairs building at the Port of Hodeidah in western #Yemen! 🚨 American warplanes carried out at least 20 airstrikes on the Yemeni capital #Sanaa, and its western, eastern, and southern suburbs! 🇺🇸#AmericaCrimes 🇺🇸#USGenocidalRegime 🆔 Subscribe: https://t.me/News_Articles_Analysis/51489 ⏯ Video | Over the span of just three hours, the #US regime launched over 38 terrorist airstrikes targeting civilian-populated areas in #Yemen’s capital, #Sanaa, and the provinces of Hodeidah, Marib, and Amran, according to Al Mayadeen’s correspondent! 🚨 The heavy bombardment resulted in the martyrdom and injury of at least 10 civilians in Sanaa and its surrounding areas! 🇺🇸#AmericaCrimes 🇺🇸#USGenocidalRegime 🆔 Subscribe: https://t.me/News_Articles_Analysis/51490 ⏯ #VideoPhotoNews 📸 Footage documenting the moment massive #Zionist occupation airstrike earlier today (Saturday 19, April) that targeted tents sheltering displaced people in the Al-Mawasi area, west of #KhanYunis, killing dozens of #Palestinian civilians with impunity! 🚨 On Friday night, #US-funded #ZOF (“iDF”) warplanes bombed a tent sheltering over 15 Palestinians west of Gaza City, killing at least five civilians! ☑️ 𝐙𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭; 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞...! 🇵🇸#GazaGenocide 🏴‍☠#ZionistTerrorism 🦠#ZionismIsADisease 🇺🇸#USGenocidalRegime 🦠#CancerousZionistTumor 🏴‍☠#GenocidalZionistOccupation 🆔 Subscribe: https://t.me/News_Articles_Analysis/51491

One day we will desperately need this man and I hope it won’t be too late by then .