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. 💔
🚨Take a moment to imagine your child or loved one. What would you do for them? How far would you go to protect them and shield them from pain, loss and despair🚨
I am Marwa, a mother of three girls, Belasan, Joan and Nada, ages 7 to 14. 🔊🔉🔈I will take a moment to share my story.📢📣
My children and I lived under bombardment and aggression. We had a safe home full of dreams and a bright future for my daughters.
But everything changed when the war on Gaza began. Our house, which we built with strength and effort before the war, was destroyed.
We lost our job, which was our only source of income. The journey of displacement and moving from one place to another began without the minimum necessities of life. We faced difficulties in providing healthy food and clean water. We lived in fear and terror. My daughters could no longer sleep from the intensity of fear.
My mother-in-law suffers from serious lung infections and chronic diseases, and we find it difficult to provide appropriate treatment for her, especially in the winter and the bitter cold. She is part of our family after losing her husband. We are now without shelter, moving from one place to another, and struggling to survive. Today we have no income, no life, and no work. We are determined to rebuild our dreams, secure our future, and rebuild our home. We cannot do this alone and we need your help in building our lives. Your support, no matter how small, can make a big difference. Thank you for helping us find hope on our journey.
Cory Booker has been talking in the senate for over 20 hours now
He’s not filibustering. He’s protesting the current administration.
For those of you from outside the US or those of you who didn’t pay attention in government class, in the US senate there’s really no limit to the amount of time a senator can speak. So sometimes if they don’t want a bill to pass they just. Don’t stop talking. To hopefully get past the deadline to vote on a bill. This is called filibustering.
Senator Cory Booker isn’t doing that. He’s disrupting “the normal business of the United States Senate for as long as I am physically able”. Just in protest. This doesn’t usually happen.
He’s less than 20 minutes away from breaking the record of the longest speech given on the senate floor
Cory Booker has officially broken Strom Thurmond’s record for longest speech on the senate floor and he’s still going
For those of you wondering what he’s been talking about this whole time, his staff wrote down a bunch of stuff for him to read like stories from people across the political spectrum opposed to what the administration is doing. He’s also been telling personal anecdotes about meeting important civil rights leaders and other democratic senators have been pausing him for “questions” but the questions have been as long as a small speech and have both served the purpose of giving him a second to sit down and updating him on the news that he’s been missing while he’s been talking.
He has yielded the floor at 25 hrs and 4 mins. His eyes are so wide they look like they’re going to bug out of his skull so I don’t blame him for stopping. He said to go out and get in some good trouble.
Addition for those unaware: Cory Booker is black. Strom Thurmond set the previous record about 70 years ago in protest of civil rights. Booker spent much of the time I was watching talking about the importance of working together for the people and the idea that it's not "left versus right but right versus wrong."
The new record speech is on the right side of history.
Minor correction: the questions from other Democrats did not allow him to sit down as he must remain standing and at his desk in order to retain the floor. Additionally, I believe the final time was 25 hours and 7 minutes.
Self correction: final time 25 hours 5 minutes.
Big day for trans people tomorrow
@trebuchet151 Coreycore?
Very Coreycore!!! Theyre kicking their feet and giggling over this rn 🥰 Corey would be elated at seeing all of these!
Why are you lgbtq+? wrong answers only GO
Thanks for the tag @darkfire1177! got a lot this week lmao tagging whoever feels like it/hasnt been tagged yet
first up we got a sneak peek at Chase's sidestep suit
next we got technically not a WIP cuz im calling it done im sick of working on it lol. that one height comparison chart trend i saw a few people doing except i wanted to draw over it
AND my favorite one! Character design sketches for my Wayfarer! So glad i finally got around to playing through that, 10/10 would recommend!! (using bird photos as pose refs was fun af lmao. wanted to base my aeda on a cedar waxwing and it just spiraled from there)
Bonus nsfw sketch under the cut. nothing showing but Icarus/Aeran being horny below
Thank you @camillathe6th for the tag!
Passing the tag to @musicismymoirail @idlenight @b33tlejules @ladyshivs @trebuchet151
Got a bit from the kiss prompt (Jazz, if you see this, I'm sorry it's taking 50 years 😅 took away Alex's emotional support butch and she's mad about it) and we're making progress! Once again having a hard time to get to the giggling bit lol
And I've got a drawing I'm working on of Alex as well, and taking the opportunity to do a test strip for new regene tats. I think I like these more, gonna miss her side flowers but I think these work better for her. Kinda paint pour/geode-esque vibes
"It's only me here, you know," she leans towards you as she speaks, trying to be smooth, no doubt. Hand propped on her cheek, elbow bumping yours on the table, and this stupid soft expression on her face because she's decided to continue worrying about you. "You don't have to try and impress her. It's just us."
You pretend she isn't inching closer and looking closer as you eat. Monitoring. Jokes on her, it's nothing you aren't used to. "Fuck off and eat your lunch." She's gotten too comfortable with you not being able to get away from her. Rendered immobile by the casts wrapped around both your legs, you can no longer storm off and have to settle for using your words. "You're stuck in the past and seeing things, mind your own business."
You can still see her out of the corner of your eye. Pouting. Her face scrunches up as she frowns, little wrinkles and fine lines becoming more prominent. "Tenaz, you just keep proving my point, you know." There's a horrible noise as she shuffles herself, chair and all, closer to you. "And you're still trying to avoid the question," she smirks, and you don't have time to register her movement before her hand has caught your chin. "What exactly is the point of you sitting around in fixable pain?"
You know the reason. She knows part of the reason. And yet here she is, still nagging at you. It really isn't all that different from back then, and you aren't sure how to feel about that.
On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.
On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah
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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.
We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.
We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.
No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.
We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?
fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.
Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help
