Pilot Smit Machchar, speaking with Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi from a hospital in the UAE: "I feel an immense sense of pride. At that moment, I was fighting for my life, but I realized that if I didn't get up and act – after being seriously injured and lying on the floor – no one else would. I've been flying planes for 17 years and have been a captain for the last 11 years, and I know what's happening on the plane, even with my eyes closed. I knew that only one more push was needed to open the door. Despite my injuries, I opened it, and the rest of the crew came in and did their part. I knew I couldn't let the passengers die."

Mecca and Medina are more precious to Yemenis than Sana'a or any other Yemeni city. We Yemenis, men and women, swear by God that we will sacrifice our lives to protect Mecca, Medina, and Jerusalem. We cannot even imagine exposing Mecca and Medina to any danger.

Why always.....😂😂?

That Israeli plane landed in Saudi Arabia for a reason. Believe me, there was a big reason. And it wasn’t because two Indian pilots fought.

Forget the cockpit for a second. What were 150 Israelis doing in the UAE?

The Indian right wing’s love affair with Israel and Netanyahu is ultimately rooted in one thing: its visceral hatred of Muslims. Their admiration for Modi and Netanyahu comes from the same impulse- leaders who will subjugate Muslims, and “show them their place” in the world.

Try to think for a moment about why the pilot was radicalised.

Had this man not found the courage to fight back after being repeatedly attacked with an axe capable of cutting through metal—while bleeding profusely—and had the presence mind to trigger the hijack/emergency code, initiate the emergency response and open the cockpit door to allow passengers to assist him, the aircraft’s subsequent dive could have had catastrophic consequences. Had that aircraft not been recovered, the geopolitical consequences for the Middle East could have been profound and potentially irreversible. Sometimes history turns on the courage, resilience and presence of mind of one person. Yes. One Indian man.

The Indian captain is a true hero. He bravely fought the terrorist Omani co-pilot who repeatedly stabbed him, and despite being severely wounded, he managed to open the cabin door so the Israeli passengers could overpower the terrorist.

America desperately needs God 🇺🇸

The Indian captain is a true hero. He bravely fought the terrorist Omani co-pilot who repeatedly stabbed him, and despite being severely wounded, he managed to open the cabin door so the Israeli passengers could overpower the terrorist.

Prophet Muhammad pbuh is the greatest Human in history. Anyone that insults him is my ENEMY!!!

He was freshly a revert and probably still learning about what’s haram and halal. I know you expect us Muslims to be perfectly but we are not and especially revert because they’re still learning

So I’ve been very reluctant to post about this, as it’s deeply personal, but about a week ago I converted to Christianity. I tried very hard to convince myself otherwise, but I kept having this nagging sensation that I couldn’t shake off, like someone was calling my name just out of earshot. I’ve had very complicated feelings about God for as long as I can remember, and have gone back and forth between atheism and a deep anger for years, but for some reason the anger has disappeared. The world is still a mess, and the amount of suffering is still unfathomable, but instead of being angry at God, I’m feeling this…pull instead. Not towards any specific denomination, but towards Christ. I’ve always been the kind of person who needs proof, and while I’ve wanted to believe for a long time, I was never able to get from “I wish there was a loving God” to actually believing in one. I don’t know what’s made the difference; there was no blinding moment of revelation. There’s just this call that I can’t ignore any longer. Every time things get quiet, I feel it tugging at me — gently but implacably. I’ve been reading CS Lewis, and the first four books of the New Testament, and while I have no plans to start going to church, or to change the focus of this account, I’ve stopped trying to convince myself that I’m imagining things. I never expected to feel this way, but I do, and denying it any longer would be wrong.

You have Jesus. You are already rich. 100%

Here comes the perfect definition of a colonized African.