a really great organization that i don't see any posts about here is HEAL palestine. it was founded by steve sosebee, who was a founding president of the PCRF before leaving in late 2023 to refocus his efforts on heal palestine to better meet the needs of palestinians impacted by the genocide. the organization provides palestinians in gaza with food, clean water, shelters, "makeshift classrooms," and even medical evacuation for some children when it's possible--their services are pretty wide.

you can donate here if you would like to send a tax-deductible donation to an organization. also, i don't think any evacuations are possible right now, but if you're in the united states and you'd like to welcome medically evacuated children in the future, i highly recommend signing up for their newsletter or following them on social media so you can stay updated in case any children evacuated by HEAL come to your area for treatment. welcoming these kids at the airport is a really moving way to provide them with moral support, entirely for free.

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

@fadel-dani is only 23 years old, a third-year IT student, and he and his family have been displaced multiple times in the genocide. When his university was destroyed by Israel, he registered to study remotely. Imagine the world falling apart around you and still trying to complete your school work!

When his family, after being displaced 5 times, returned to their home, bombs were dropped, and they survived an explosion which destroyed their house. He fainted.

Fadel woke up in a hospital and learned that, because hospitals in the north of Gaza had completely collapsed, he and his family were transported under extremely dangerous conditions to a hospital in the south of the Gaza.

Further he learned that while unconscious, he had undergone surgery to remove iron fragments that shot into his body in the bombing. Because of the extreme danger and the collapse of the health system, some of the pieces could not removed at their location. The doctor assessed his health and told his family that he needs to receive treatment in another country as soon as possible.

Obviously, doing so safely requires coordination and funds for both travel and the surgical fees once they get to a hospital. They have been trying to raise funds since then.

He had bled a lot that day. His normal bloodcount is weak because he has thalassemia. The price of the medicine is too high for them to afford, and so he has fainted many times.

So far they have waited over 300 days to meet their fundraising goal so he can get needed surgery. 300 days of suffering the physical and psychological pain of feeling shrapnel from the Israeli bombing that destroyed his childhood home embedded in his body.

He is currently sitting in a tent, sending me messages on tumblr.

His campaign was vetted (gazavetters #197), and you can help him raise funds to get medical care as soon as possible by sending some funds here:

GoFundMe | Help Fadel the injured to undergo surgery and live safely

Please my friends, I am in dire need of your help. I don’t know if I will survive in the coming hours or not. I am in dire need of your help. Don’t ignore me and leave me alone. I need your donations and help, please!!

There was just shooting from a plane near Fadel's tent. People are screaming in fear. This is happening right now, and the only thing between you and this is distance.

Fadel is on tumblr with you right now, hoping that "the whole world hears us and sees what is happening to us here." He is afraid.

Please donate, reblog for greater visibility, or just send him a kind message! While enduring all this, he is constantly getting harassment from zionists. Don't underestimate the impact of some compassion, some acknowledgement that he isn't alone.

You don't know Gaza…

What you've seen is not even 20% of the real destruction.

Gaza has been completely burned—no trees, no buildings, nothing left.

It’s like a ghost town, a scene from a zombie movie.

But we are still here… human beings trapped in the ruins, just trying to survive.

Please, don’t stop donating. Gaza🔻 is no longer livable, but your support can help us hold on to life.

And don’t forget to share—if you believ

A Future Beyond War Starts With You 💙

My name is Naser, and war has taken everything from me—my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew. In an instant, my world was shattered, leaving behind nothing but memories and the weight of loss.

But even in the darkest moments, I refuse to give up. Because amidst the pain, I still have something worth fighting for—my three younger brothers.

🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor, to heal others so they don’t have to endure the pain we’ve faced.

🔹 Another aspires to be an engineer, hoping to one day rebuild what war has destroyed.

🔹 And the youngest? He doesn’t have big dreams yet—he just wants to be a kid again, to wake up in a home that feels safe, to play without fear.

🏡 We Need a Home. We Need Education. We Need Hope.

Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again. We are fighting for a future where my brothers can become the doctor, the engineer, the child who gets to have a childhood.

💙 This is where you come in.

I’m not asking for much—just a chance. A chance to rebuild, to give my brothers a future beyond war.

Your support, whether through a donation or simply sharing our story, can make all the difference. Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change.

🙏 Will you help us rebuild?

Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—hope does. Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again.
And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness.
Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out
Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing.
Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours
Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you.
Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring.
We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

have you guys done that “what kind of reader are you” quiz and if so what did you get

here’s mine

ah here’s the link guys

musings on april

Sylvia Plath (Leon Dabo), Edna St. Vincent Millay, E. E. Cummings, Naguib Mahfouz (Edgar Degas), E. E. Cummings (Édouard Manet), Rabindranath Tagore, T. S. Eliot (Edgar Degas), F. Scott Fitzgerald (Alphonse Osbert)