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My friend Mahrah (@mahrahpalestine) is an engineering student. She is brilliant and speaks with a clarity of analysis and thoughtfulness (even in a second language, even while living in crisis), that is profoundly impressive and humbling to me. She holds hope that Palestine will be free, and when it is, she will use her knowledge and skill to help rebuild.
Her father lost his job due to the war, and she does not have the money for university fees. The situation for her and other Palestinians is getting more difficult as the duration of the crossing closure increases, and the genocidal famine is leading to sickness and starvation.
Mahrah explained, "Food is missing from the markets. If the food is found, it is usually unhealthy because it contains preservatives and we eat it for a year and 8 months, and this causes diseases. But there are no other options to do without it. My nephews are at risk for my father's and mother's diseases and need healthy food because they are at an advanced age. It's like a famine, but there is no media to cover what's happening. They killed all the journalists."
Donations have been slowing, and she is afraid for her family's health. If you can spare some money to help them, please do.
Mahrah has been so incredibly kind and loving to me in our conversations, even checking in how I've been while recovering from surgery. She has extended so much compassion towards me, and I want to encourage others to extend that same level of compassion towards her.
“Every day I lose my beautiful days… and I die in this war.” 😭💔
I'm not okay.
I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.
I just count what's left of me... and wait.
Will I die today? 😭
Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?
Will I lose my son, still swimming in my belly, searching for a beating heart, a small dream, a chance to survive?
But I have nothing for him… no milk, no roof, no safety… only my fear. 💔
Yesterday, I saw in my dream a child reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Mom, save me."
I woke up screaming...
But no one heard me.💔
There's no room in my body for bullets, but war resides in my eyes, in my womb, in my silence, in every heartbeat I hear from inside my belly. Even hope no longer visits me, even prayer has become faint. 💔
Please...
Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.
Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.
Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless 💔
I am the wife of a man who was never just a husband… He was my support, my hope, and my everything in this cruel world. And today, as I write these words, my heart breaks for him as he battles his illness without medicine, without a hospital bed, and without even the reassurance of peace.
My husband has severe pneumonia, and hepatitis is eating away at his body day after day. His ability to breathe is no longer what it used to be, and his chest pain wakes him up terrified. As for me, all I can do is wipe away his sweat and hide my tears.😭
I watch my loved one wither away in front of me, and I don't have the money, the support, or even a safe place to rest my head. We count his breaths in prayer, hoping he'll hold on for another day... that someone will come... that someone will hear us. 💔😭
I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.
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[ID: a video from Al Jazeera English, showing Palestinian children receiving bowls of food. End ID.]
hi I rlly like your art it’s scrumptious and I love the way you draw aventurine in particular
would you mind if I used your jealous aventurine comic for a upcoming fic idea (itll be like a plot device… ish, idk what to call it)
I can give you a tag and I’ll credit you
oh actually that idea was based on a fic! I don't think I'm the best person to ask :33 you can ask the original writer instead ^.^