Help Us Get Out Of Gaza 🙏🙏

Most of us will never know the agony of being a parent that does everything to provide for their child, only to keep coming up empty. Of the immense suffering and self-loathing that comes with being responsible for this little life, and feeling like you're failing: to keep them safe, warm, sheltered, fed. Of holding your child, your toddler, your newborn, watching them slowly waste away from that relentless, gnawing hunger you can't stop (one that you feel yourself). Watching as they howl in pain, and the hollowness that comes when your child becomes too weak even to do that. All the while being totally helpless to stop it because it's not up to you.

Most of us will only see the aftermath of such a thing: a parent carrying the far-too-light shroud of their child, pictured under a headline that details how starvation has taken hold of some given population. Distant and removed from us.

Except that it isn't. There are so many desperate parents who've run out of options, for whom this isn't some abstraction, who are asking—begging—us for our help. Just so they'll be able to buy some of the shit canned food left from the last aid delivery, and a couple loaves of bread to feed their children with. Extortionately pricey because of scarcity, but it's enough to keep their children in a state of "acute malnutrition" rather than "catastrophic hunger", so they'll pay anything for it.

Attacks on NGOs & prevention of aid into Gaza puts every single person there at risk of a slow death due to starvation. Especially children, like Samah's newborn baby boy, her little 2 year-old girl, and their big sister (who's only 9). But we can help. What's pocket money for us, is an invaluable lifeline to parents like Samah. At a time when so many seem to have decided to live in an alternate universe in which deliberate starvation and mass slaughter of civilians is acceptable, we have to do what we can to oppose it. Not to push it away, to ignore it, to decide it's been going on so long we don't care or that it's hopeless so give up, but to grit our teeth, dig our heels in, and say "no, seriously, what the fuck are we doing here?"

tldr: donate to Samah so she can buy food for her kids so they don't starve to death. please. and thank you. :)

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Hello everyone, I have an update to make.

gofundme.com

Donate to HELP AMIR GET BACK TO WALKING ! DONATE TODAY!, organized by mohammed shamallakh

Hi, I am Sarah. 1. Who is Sarah? Sarah is the mother of the chi… mohammed shamallakh needs your support for HELP AMIR GET BACK TO WALKI

Sarah's son Amir was born with a condition which makes it difficult for him to move. In order to treat this, he used to receive regular physical therapy, a special diet of ground food, and special medicine; however, since last October, he has been unable to access these necessities of his life.

This has caused his condition to deteriorate. Along with these horrors, he and his family suffers like every other Palestinian in Ghazza; in a dirty tent without basic human resources.

In order for Amir and his family to evacuate and for him to continue his treatment, they need to raise €35,000. Since my last post about this campaign, they've only managed to raise €1,961; an obvious improvement from their previous number of 0, but still not nearly enough.

Amir needs this treatment to live. Please donate if you can and share this campaign so he and his family can survive.

VETTED HERE

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Hello my dear friends

My name is Hatem from the northern Gaza Strip

I support a family consisting of my young children and my mother

I am speaking to you today with pain squeezing my heart and sadness filling my heart for reaching this stage of misery and sadness ..

My house in the Shujaiya neighborhood in the northern Gaza Strip was completely destroyed, where my memories and the memories of my children were .. I fled as a displaced person to the southern Gaza Strip in Deir al-Balah in a miserable tent with my mother, children and wife ..

gofundme.com

Donate to Help my family, organized by Hatem hellis

Hello my dear friends My name is Hatem Ali hellis from the northern Gaza Strip I support a family consis… Hatem hellis needs your support

Hunger and deprivation have eaten away at my children and forced them to leave their school desks because of the war for the second year in a row

Our tent is miserable and needs to be renovated for the winter

I am turning to you asking for help and donations as much as you can to help me take care of our daily needs of food and medicine and to renovate our tent to protect us from the harsh winter cold ..

I also hope to collect enough money to be able to escape to Egypt as soon as the crossing opens

Despite my sadness and pain to ask for help, circumstances forced me to do so and all my hope is in you and everyone who sees my campaign to donate to me

I thank you from the heart

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My piece for the reverse mini bang @tf-bigbang is finally here! The wonderful @terminallycagey wrote a really cool fic for this piece that you can read on ao3! If you like small Soundwave, this one's for you!

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There comes a day at the start of each summer when I must put my baseball cap on sideways and go out back to my air conditioner. I gingerly stroke the rusty metal coils over its freon heart and say, "Sup, home skillet? Wake up, it's 1995!"

And the air conditioner says, "Oh snap, for real? I thought it was much later. I feel so old."

In a goofy voice I say, "Yeah, it's like 2024 or something... not!"

It laughs nervously. It says, "As if!"

I tell it, "Take a chill pill, it's really 1995."

"Then I'm only 5 years old? Wack."

I nod. "Yeah, duderoni. Go ahead and start up for me one more time. It's gonna be a scorcher."

It shudders. Something rattles deep inside it. Slowly, the fan starts to spin. Faster, faster, it whirls. The air conditioner laughs in relief. "I feel young!" it says. "I feel so young!"

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