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If the world wasn't so on fire and capitalism, what would you want your life to look like
i'd literally be in the forst picking berries fruits and shiny rocks
i’m making a post for the campaign of @freegazas-world they are currently in need of flour. even after the ceasefire the prices are still insanely high. if you have anything to spare please donate. thank you so much <3
Do you feel bored of the posts asking for help from Gaza? You’re right, but imagine our situation as we live this war day after day for 15months. Do you think we’re tired too?!!
Asking for help is not easy; it’s very embarrassing, especially for a family that used to live a decent life. My husband and I completed our university education with distinction, worked in respectable jobs, and were used to helping others, not asking for help. But the war has turned our lives into a nightmare; we lost our home, our sources of income, and even our ability to provide the simplest of needs.
I'm Areej I was an English teacher before war and everything change after October 7. Also I'm a creative writer at we are not numbers.
Also I am a mother of three children. We have lived through the war for a year and a half, and we have lost everything we own. My husband is a man who did not work before the war and even now. And I lost my job in teaching because of the current situation, the school was destroyed and many of my poor students was died by the missiles 😭
So i did not have a breadwinner or any source of income . But I didn't give up to teach so I volunteered to teach some students near my camp in IBM Rushed school. There where many family were displaced from the north of Gaza. Actually it was a good chance for me to know more people and to try to engage students with English after this bad war. I held many activities with the for fun and learning and they were happy for this great chance so I hope to return to have my project to enable more students to engage with my voluntury work. I hope you help me and understand my holy target for helping students in their education. 🙏🙏🙌💯
Today, after the war, the truce has entered its first phase in Gaza, and I now live in a tent and do not have a house after it was destroyed by missiles. I now ask you to help me rebuild my house. And buy basics for the daily essentials for my children and I need money so that we can stand up again and start again.
This war wasn't easy at all it has taken many friends at work, students and some of my colleagues at the university. They are almost ten souls I won't never forget . Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now in tents when it rain
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of my students and my friends is really hurts.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
Life : it becomes harder
Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss. Also I need to rebuild my future and to start building my project to teach students who are in need so my friend it will be great from you to help you this war destroy everything and many schools here in Gaza
@officialspec please share
Hello, It's Momen Al Madhoun, writing from the most miserable area in the whole world, I am deeply thankful to all of you. Your support means the world to my family
🍉🍉🍉 I urgently plead you to keep sharing our campaign with your friends, family, and acquaintances
15 months have passed as if it were 15 years, and suffering increasing day after day 😔
Our health is decaying, we have NO IMMUNITY to fight diseases. No healthy food to feed our worn cells. Finding a quiet, clean place for us to get some rest is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm in urgent need of serious financial support so that I can take action and save my family! Our faces speak the misery we're going through! my children can't bear the ruthlessness of war life… pain and cold does not allow either of them to sleep 💔
I found in drawing a way to relieve stress and describe what we are experiencing, but even this i was deprived of, due to the difficulty of obtaining good internet and electricity for a sufficient time If you are interested in art, you can check my blog and find my artworks, i hope you will share them and support me to continue fighting and trying Every share and donation brings us one step closer to saving my family's lives. Your support, no matter how small, holds the power to rescue my loved ones from grave danger There are no words can describe how many times we have been displaced The situation we're living now is really hard to imagine Where do we Go?
Imagine the vastness of this universe, we cannot escape to a safe place far from the war
🌟 Our campaign is vetted by 🇵🇸 @/gazavetters List at #291
Hey world, can you see our pain and feel our hunger?! Fear, death, famine, siege, suffering, oppression, silence of the world?!!
I am calling your humanity to do whatever you can to ease our pain Talk about us and don't leave us alone We are not okay, please dont forget us and stand with us by donating or reblogging to amplify our voices 🙏🏻
( Don’t forget, this is reality—we are not in a dream )
Don't forget us—do something, anything! Share, donate, like—just help us survive.
>> Our campaign is vetted by gazavetters list at (#291) Momen & his family
Rabah has asked me to post his words, in the hope that some hope may be found:
My friend, before my heart breaks from our suffering, I write to you as if my words are the last thing we have left. The enemy bombed a house near us, and there, amidst the rubble of our homes, we witnessed unforgettable scenes: innocent children losing their lives, innocent children covered in blood, and adults dying while dreaming of a better day.
In every corner of Gaza, and on every street corner, tears of pain and grief echo alongside the relentless sound of the relentless bombing. We have lived through dark days filled with fear and destruction, and now we search among the rubble for a glimmer of hope to protect us from this nightmare.
I appeal to you, my dear friends, to extend a helping hand to us in these critical moments. We need to raise money to save ourselves and escape the Gaza war to live in peace outside it. Not only that, but our father, who now needs a cancerous tumor removal operation, is waiting for a chance to escape this hell in search of the treatment that could save his life.
Please help us restore hope and save our lives. Every donation and every word of support is a light that illuminates our path to survival in this darkness. Let us stand together against the destruction and build a future of peace and dignity.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts, and let us turn our suffering into a story of hope from which life can be restored.
-Rabah
crossfaded off of birdsong and a ray of sunlight
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
But I don’t want this to just be a story of loss. I want it to be a story of hope. No matter how much has changed, I refuse to stop believing in better days. I refuse to stop dreaming of a future where I can rebuild, where I can find peace, where I can wake up in the morning without fear.
That’s why I’m here. To share my journey. To connect with people who believe in kindness and humanity. To remind myself—and anyone reading this—that even in the darkest times, there is still light. ✨
If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’d love to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself in the comments. Let’s build something positive together. 💬💙
when i was in middle school nickelodeon on directv broke and it froze on the same frame for five hours. which would not have been so bad, except it was during the episode of spongebob where he goes to live with the jellyfish. specifically the scene where he’s naked and covered in sea urchins and flopping all over the place trying to get them off. and it froze on the frame where spongebob was facedown on the ground, naked. so he was laying there like that in complete silence for five hours. we would change the channel back every so often to see if he’d gotten up, but he was still like that when we went to bed. none of my friends had directv so when i asked them the next day they hadn’t seen it, but my brother and i were pretty convinced that spongebob was dead.
date of origin: December 20th, 2015
Of course it goes without saying that I am hopelessly dependent on the ingot
hey... don't cry.... tesla recall for most cybertrucks, okay? >46,000 vehicles affected <3
even better news! It’s not most, it’s all of them!
The war has returned after 15 months of death and genocide. We have never rested. We are losing people every day, most of them children and women... The bombing is everywhere. Our children are afraid...The sound is frightening.😭
There is no food, no drink, no medicine, the crossing is closed and everything is expensive.
‼️We don't want to die. Please donate and help us so we can buy food and medicine for my mother and save ourselves from death. Just donate. 😭🙏😞🫂‼️
Why was I today years old when I learned that lead compounds taste SWEET and THAT'S why kids eating paint chips back in the day was a concern?
people these days, it's always "stop eating lead" and "lead is poisonous" and never "was the lead yummy?" or "you looked really cool eating those tasty lead chips" smh
the Romans had lead pipes for two reasons: one, lead is soft and it's easily worked into pipes; two, it makes your water delicious and slightly sweet
Some places with really shitty old plumbing, lead paint, and other lead heavy things (you know, places that poor people and BIPOC live) sometimes a bunch of it gets into the snow melt around the community in winter. A lot of kids in places like that know where it collects and go find it because it's sweet ice that tastes a little bit like sour patch kids.
I've lived in more than one place like that and I've talked to other people who have as well and it's a pretty common experience from what I can tell. Lead is still an issue TODAY. In communities of color and poor rural areas especially.
But, can confirm. Tastes good. And warn kids about WHY eating anything they find outdoors is dangerous. Some kids genuinely can't follow directions without details.
going off the reblogs on that post, @90-ghost got deactivated only within the last few hours
ahmed's blog was vital for helping verify palestinians' fundraisers. now that his blog is gone, there's so many broken links that are going to cast doubt on if a fundraiser is valid or not
@el-shab-hussein @fairuzfan @boobieteriat
i don't know who else to ping about this but this is pretty bad!
I'm going to reopen inbox to ask people who are in direct contact with Ahmed to give me his contact info. The only direct contact I had with him was through tumblr and I would like to have an alternative way of speaking with him. Thank you.