Rose water production, Qamsar, Iran
This is my daughter, Salma, only three months old, born into this "cruel war that has been killing innocent people for two years and is still ongoing." Since her birth, she has felt nothing but fear and hunger, deprived of her most basic rights. She needs food, safety, and a dignified life that every child deserves. Therefore, I appeal to you from the bottom of my heart to support her and extend a helping hand to save her. Your donation today could make a difference in saving her from certain death. Donate here
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I am once more appealing for my friend Ayah! She has tried to keep a brave face this Eid and has bought new clothes for her small children to bring them joy, but in reality, she is wracked with anxiety over the future. The fundraiser that they are relying on is not getting any donations. The situation is incredibly dire.
Since their old fundraiser was shut down, their new fundraiser has only raised €3,219 out of their goal €50,000 in 4 months of campaigning. This is not nearly enough for anyone to live off of, let alone a whole family living through a genocide where the cost of living is skyrocketing due to the scarcity of food, medicine, and supplies.
Please let's make a difference for them this Eid. If you can donate and give hope back to their family, please do so. And keep sharing the fundraiser. Follow Ayah here @ayo0osh
What did you do while the children of Gaza were dying?
I argued with their killers.
What did you say?
I said that the innocent deserve innocence. That the sound of laughter is better than nightmares, and briefer. That the cost of killing may be higher than the price of dying.
Did they listen?
Do killers ever listen? They are deafened by their weapons’ drone and by the grate of their own voices raging, denying.
Why were they angry?
They said that they needed to feel safe.
Safe from the children?
They said there are no children in Gaza, only young combatants.
And the babies?
They said they are little snakes that will grow, and it is better to kill them in their nests.
And what of the teachers? The singers? The artists? The fathers? The mothers?
They said that all who live there are terrorists. And as for the mothers, they said it is they who bear the little snakes.
Did your protestations do any good?
No. I lost my breath, I lost my words, I lost my heart. But had I not argued, I would have lost my soul.
Did any children survive?
In body, yes. In spirit, it is not sure.
The children who lived, what will become of them?
Their eyes will sear holes in the night sky. Remember this when you look at the stars:
that it is the burning eyes of Gaza’s children that hold your gaze.
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“I am in the middle of it: chaos and poetry;
poetry and love and again, complete chaos.
Pain, disorder, occasional clarity;
and at the bottom of it all: only love; poetry.
Sheer enchantment, fear, humiliation.
It all comes with love.”
—Anna Akhmatova, The Akhmatova Journals,
Volume I: 1938-1941
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“You are silk, red silk. You are a net of misinterpretations; your beauty is like no other. Among all pale flowers, you are a rose. A white, transparent rose with wet, teary petals. I love the way you preserve such admirable capacity of observing other people’s solitude including your own. What helps you to live is not life itself but something far greater and untouchable. You live with yourself without censoring the rest of the world; altogether, my dear, you are an endangered species. Yet you need no saving. You are a lifeguard of own your mind. Imagine the rarity of that!”
— Katherine Mansfield, from Selected Letters.