A Roaring Flood—By Any Means Necessary:
One week has passed since the start of Al-Aqsa Flood. The entity crumbles under the weight of its own contradictions as our people stand tall.

In a desperate move to collect its shattered pieces dispersed by the flood, the IOF threatened a ground invasion. The resistance has made it clear: they are ready and waiting. From the first day, a ground invasion was described as "the best possible option" by resistance leaders.

The resistance is not foolish; it is confident and fully aware that even in the worst-case scenario, they have the upper hand. This meticulously planned operation is a testament to that. Further:

While the IOF threatened to flatten the northern Strip, in a criminal attempt at a second Nakba, Gaza's residents have adhered to the land, refusing to succumb to the enemy's psychological warfare with full faith in the resistance. Abu Obeida reassured: "No displacement, except to our occupied lands." Settlers, meanwhile, run between shelters and airports.

The Axis of Resistance led by Palestine is coordinating next steps. From Lebanon, Syria, Egypt, all the way to Iraq, Iran, Yemen, Bahrain: all await the signal, masses promising to enter. The Axis sends messages to the entity of unity and preparedness, whether by rockets from Lebanon and Syria, or the mass gatherings in support of Al-Aqsa. Leading the way to liberation, Gaza, crown of the nation, supported by all its peoples, is not alone. Besieged Gaza, besieges the siege.

Despite the countless massacres, the people in Gaza refuse to back down from resistance. The pain might be great, but the will to fight is greater. The coming hours are decisive.

Our duty now is to follow the resistance with patience. It is a war for survival. Stand behind the resistance, in its people, fighters: have their back and support them. Amplify their voices, their bullets and rockets. Believe in the reality of the dream. Believe that you are capable.

As our heroes have told us before, it is a spider's web, a paper tiger, an illusion of dust. No matter how invincible our enemy claims to be, our eyes see beyond the fractured illusion, beyond the dust.

What is certain is that we have already won. What is certain is that they have lost since the first day they set foot on our lands. The entity's prestige has shattered, has fallen, and it commits war crimes—murdering Gazans and even its own settlers—under US cover as the righteous resistance marches forth honorably.

As our resistance is confident in victory, we too are confident.

What is certain is that they cannot break us. For as long as there's breath in our lungs, a pulse in our hearts, rocks in the hands of our children defying tanks, rockets defying a crumbling and prideful entity deceived by its own arrogance—liberation is closer with every passing second. A martyr is carried on the shoulders of the sons of his land and lulled to sleep by its ululating mothers.

Liberation, undoubtedly, liberation nears.

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