reminder to donate to gazafunds, a project that highlights random crowdfunding campaigns for people trying to evacuate from gaza

miserable old men but at least they have each other

Samir's condition is deteriorating and his siblings are forced to watch on, helplessly.

Because of his leg injury, Samir would not be able to evacuate if he got the order to do so. This makes his condition particularly sensitive.

We still have hope that he will be able to flee to Egypt and undergo an operation to save his leg, but his campaign is stagnating severely.

Please consider donating to his campaign here or sharing it with others if you can't, along with the vetting link (#428 on the list).

a good and saintly man (is hard to find) - intothewildblueyonder - Conclave (2024) [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64655404

hey. Who wants to read a little something about Vincent Benítez getting really, really tired of being treated as a Saint?

ALSO fun fact it was inspired by the amazing Industry Baby Conclave edit by @kaphkas - one line in particular...

Omar Sharif as Sherif Ali ibn el Kharish LAWRENCE OF ARABIA (1962) | dir. David Lean

This is the same hospital Israel lied about bombing back in October 2023. This attack adds to the 36 hospitals that Israel destroyed in Gaza since then. This is impunity at play.

hello argus enjoyers (is a global player that knows nothing about the haunted highway but is also from texas)

A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

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Covering Bellini with his cape

I cannot emphasize how much I want israeli soldiers to kill themselves

couldn't sleep so I cracked a code I think

What Strength Really Means 💪

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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. 💔

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